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Souvenir Post by :aWebPro Category :Poems Author :Edwin Arlington Robinson Date :March 2011 Read :1682

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A vanished house that for an hour I knew
By some forgotten chance when I was young
Had once a glimmering window overhung
With honeysuckle wet with evening dew.
Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew,
And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swung
Ferociously; and over me, among
The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.

Somewhere within there were dim presences
Of days that hovered and of years gone by.
I waited, and between their silences
There was an evanescent faded noise;
And though a child, I knew it was the voice
Of one whose occupation was to die.

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

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Firelight Firelight

Ten years together without yet a cloud,They seek each other's eyes at intervalsOf gratefulness to firelight and four wallsFor love's obliteration of the crowd.Serenely and perennially endowedAnd bowered as few may be, their joy recallsNo snake, no sword; and over them there fallsThe blessing of what neither says aloud.Wiser for silence, they were not so gladWere she to read the graven tale of linesOn the wan face of one somewhere alone;Nor were they more content could he have hadHer thoughts a moment since of one who shinesApart, and would be hers if he had known.(The end)Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: Firelight

A Song At Shannon's A Song At Shannon's

A Song At Shannon's
Two men came out of Shannon's having knownThe faces of each other for as longAs they had listened there to an old song,Sung thinly in a wastrel monotoneBy some unhappy night-bird, who had flownToo many times and with a wing too strongTo save himself, and so done heavy wrongTo more frail elements than his alone.Slowly away they went, leaving behindMore light than was before them. Neither metThe other's eyes again or said a word.Each to his loneliness or to his kind,Went his own way, and with his own regret,Not knowing what the other may have heard.(The end)Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem: