Who is Edwin Arlington Robinson?

  • (noun): United States poet; author of narrative verse (1869-1935).
    Synonyms: Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet who won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.

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Pulitzer Prize For Poetry - Winners - 1920s
... 1922 Collected Poems by Edwin Arlington Robinson 1923 The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver A Few Figs from Thistles Eight Sonnets in American Poetry, 1922 ... Notes by Robert Frost 1925 The Man Who Died Twice by Edwin Arlington Robinson 1926 What's O'Clock by Amy Lowell 1927 Fiddler's Farewell by Leonora Speyer 1928 Tristram by Edwin Arlington Robinson 1929 John Brown's ...
Edwin Arlington Robinson House
... The Edwin Arlington Robinson House is an historic house at 67 Lincoln Avenue in Gardiner, Maine ... The house was the home of poet, Edwin Arlington Robinson, and was designated a National Historic Landmark and added to the National Register of Historic ...

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    I cannot find my way: there is no star
    In all the shrouded heavens anywhere;
    Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)

    his mouth redeemed
    His insufficient eyes, forever sad:
    In them there was no life-glimpse, good or bad,
    Nor joy nor passion in them ever gleamed;
    Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)

    “There are no millers any more,”
    Was all that she had heard him say:
    And he had lingered at the door
    So long that it seemed yesterday.
    —Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)

    He packed a lot of things that she had made
    Most mournfully away in an old chest
    Of hers, and put some chopped-up cedar boughs
    In with them, and tore down the slaughterhouse.
    —Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)

    So on we worked, and waited for the light,
    And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
    And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
    Went home and put a bullet through his head.
    —Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935)