Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet who won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times.
Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.
Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?
I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.
Do you hear the children singing?
Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.
The typical entrepreneur is no longer the bold and tireless man of Marshall, or the sly and rapacious Moneybags of Marx, but a mass of inert shareholders, indistinguishable from rentiers, who employ salaried managers to run their concerns.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
Where's the need of singing now?
For through it all--above, beyond it all-- I know the far-sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the Light.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
And we who delve in beauty's lore Know all that we have known before Of what inexorable cause Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.
Life is the game that must be played.
seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die.
I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
The stillness of October gold Went out like beauty from a face.
Your Dollar is your only Word, The wrath of it your only fear. You build it altars tall enough To make you see, but your are blind; You cannot leave it long enough To look before you or behind.
I am living on hope and faith. . . a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
I shall have more to say when I am dead.