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Category :Poems
Author :Edwin Arlington Robinson
Date :March 2011
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Cliff Klingenhagen
Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dineWith him one day; and after soup and meat,
And all the other things there were to eat,
Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine
And one with wormwood. Then, without a sign
For me to choose at all, he took the draught
Of bitterness himself, and lightly quaffed
It off, and said the other one was mine.
And when I asked him what the deuce he meant
By doing that, he only looked at me
And grinned, and said it was a way of his.
And though I know the fellow, I have spent
Long time a-wondering when I shall be
As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is.
(The end)
Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: Cliff Klingenhagen
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