Monday, May 21, 2007

Robinson's Credo

I've been delighted to see that Edwin Arlington Robinson is slowly coming back into the notice of poetry readers, thanks to a recent biography. Here's a characteristic poem:

Credo

I cannot find my way: there is no star
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere;
And there is not a whisper in the air
Of any living voice but one so far
That I can hear it only as a bar
Of lost, imperial music, played when fair
And angel fingers wove, and unaware,
Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are.

No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call,
For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears,
The black and awful chaos of the night;
For through it all—above, beyond it all—
I know the far sent message of the years,
I feel the coming glory of the light.

Update, May 22

I discovered another excellent link with a virtual tour of Robinson's hometown of Gardiner, ME, with photos, biographical information, and poems.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for putting this poem up here, Greg!! It's one I had loved and forgotten. I remember reading Credo as an assignment in hi school and being really moved by it even tho I didn't completely understand it. After that I rarely saw it anywhere so it was marvelous to see it again here & remember.

I appreciate how you use yr blog to bring writers like Robinson back onto the radar screen--good to remember all these voices so different from Billy Collins!

10:37 PM  
Blogger Ash said...

TAG: Robinsons Credo

Robinsons Credo

Did you submit your blog or tag your post to the blogsearch.sg ?

Did you submit your blog or tag your post to the blogsearch.sg?

3:45 AM  
Blogger Greg said...

I have now. Thanks Ash!

8:52 AM  

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