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Inferential Post by :Ghostdog Category :Poems Author :Edwin Arlington Robinson Date :March 2011 Read :2871

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Although I saw before me there the face
Of one whom I had honored among men
The least, and on regarding him again
Would not have had him in another place,
He fitted with an unfamiliar grace
The coffin where I could not see him then
As I had seen him and appraised him when
I deemed him unessential to the race.

For there was more of him than what I saw.
And there was on me more than the old awe
That is the common genius of the dead.
I might as well have heard him: "Never mind;
If some of us were not so far behind,
The rest of us were not so far ahead."

(The end)
Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: Inferential

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The Rat The Rat

The Rat
As often as he let himself be seenWe pitied him, or scorned him, or deploredThe inscrutable profusion of the LordWho shaped as one of us a thing so mean --Who made him human when he might have beenA rat, and so been wholly in accordWith any other creature we abhorredAs always useless and not always clean.Now he is hiding all alone somewhere,And in a final hole not ready then;For now he is among those over thereWho are not coming back to us again.And we who do the fiction of our shareSay less of rats and rather more of men.(The end)Edwin Arlington

The New Tenants The New Tenants

The New Tenants
The day was here when it was his to knowHow fared the barriers he had built betweenHis triumph and his enemies unseen,For them to undermine and overthrow;And it was his no longer to foregoThe sight of them, insidious and serene,Where they were delving always and had beenLeft always to be vicious and to grow.And there were the new tenants who had come,By doors that were left open unawares,Into his house, and were so much at homeThere now that he would hardly have to guess,By the slow guile of their vindictiveness,What ultimate insolence would soon be theirs.(The end)Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: New