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

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Inferential

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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