Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTAVES: 1, by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To get at the eternal strength of things, Last Line: Is always and unfailingly at hand. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its own completeness agitates And undertermines us; we do not feel -- We dare not feel it yet -- the splendid shame Of uncreated failure; we forget, The while we groan, that God's accomplishment Is always and unfailingly at hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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