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.
I shall have more to say when I am dead.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.
Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong! Tell me, O Lord--tell me, O Lord, how long Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
I am living on hope and faith. . . a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
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.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.
I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.
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.
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.
Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.
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.
Where's the need of singing now?
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.
No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel
seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die.