Edwin Arlington Robinson Quotes

United States, Poet
December 22, 1986 – April, 6, 1935.

Edwin Arlington Robinson (December 22, 1869 – April 6, 1935) was an American poet. Robinson won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work, and was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature four times.

The gods are growing old;The stars are singing Golden hair to grayGreen leaf to yellow leaf,-or chlorophylTo xanthophyl, to be more scientific.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Growing
- Hair
- Singing
A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,Shining and still, but not for long to stay-As if a thousand girls with golden hairMight rise from where they slept and go away.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Long

You have madeThe cement of your churches out of tearsAnd ashes, and the fabric will not stand.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
We are youngAnd we are friends of time.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Time
- Friends
I shall have more to say when I am dead.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Your Dollar is your only Word,The wrath of it your only fear.You build it altars tall enoughTo make you see, but your are blind;You cannot leave it long enoughTo look before you or behind.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Long
- Fear
No matter what we are, and what we sing,Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Time
Are we no greater than the noise we makeAlong one blind atomic pilgrimageWhereon by crass chance billeted we goBecause our brains and bones and cartilageWill have it so?

Edwin Arlington Robinson

He was himself and he had lost the speedHe started with, and he was left behind.

Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Lost