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Edwin Arlington Robinson - Theophilus

By what serene malevolence of names 
Had you the gift of yours, Theophilus? 
Not even a smeared young Cyclops at his games 
Would have you long,—and you are one of us. 

Told of your deeds I shudder for your dream
And they, no doubt, are few and innocent. 
Meanwhile, I marvel; for in you, it seems, 
Heredity outshines environment. 

What lingering bit of Belial, unforeseen, 
Survives and amplifies itself in you?
What manner of devilry has ever been 
That your obliquity may never do? 

Humility befits a father’s eyes, 
But not a friend of us would have him weep. 
Admiring everything that lives and dies,
Theophilus, we like you best asleep. 

Sleep—sleep; and let us find another man 
To lend another name less hazardous: 
Caligula, maybe, or Caliban, 
Or Cain,—but surely not Theophilus. 

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Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson
Poem: Theophilus
Poem of the Day: Dec 16 2006

Comment 1 of 1, added on February 12th, 2012 at 1:23 AM.
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m65o5S Yeah, in my opinion, it is written on every fence!!...

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