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Edwin Arlington Robinson - Variations of Greek Themes


When these graven lines you see, 
Traveler, do not pity me; 
Though I be among the dead, 
Let no mournful word be said. 

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind; 
Near to them and to my wife, 
I was happy all my life. 

My three sons I married right, 
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow ever brought 
Cause for one unhappy thought. 

Now, and with no need of tears, 
Here they leave me, full of years,— 
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest. 


The day when Charmus ran with five 
In Arcady, as I’m alive, 
He came in seventh.—“Five and one 
Make seven, you say? It can’t be done.”—
Well, if you think it needs a note, 
A friend in a fur overcoat 
Ran with him, crying all the while, 
“You’ll beat ’em, Charmus, by a mile!” 
And so he came in seventh.
Therefore, good Zoilus, you see 
The thing is plain as plain can be; 
And with four more for company, 
He would have been eleventh. 


The gloom of death is on the raven’s wing,
The song of death is in the raven’s cries: 
But when Demophilus begins to sing, 
The raven dies. 


Eutychides, who wrote the songs, 
Is going down where he belongs.
O you unhappy ones, beware: 
Eutychides will soon be there! 
For he is coming with twelve lyres, 
And with more than twice twelve quires 
Of the stuff that he has done
In the world from which he’s gone. 
Ah, now must you know death indeed, 
For he is coming with all speed; 
And with Eutychides in Hell, 
Where’s a poor tortured soul to dwell?


So now the very bones of you are gone 
Where they were dust and ashes long ago; 
And there was the last ribbon you tied on 
To bind your hair, and that is dust also; 
And somewhere there is dust that was of old
A soft and scented garment that you wore— 
The same that once till dawn did closely fold 
You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more. 

But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song, 
Will make your name a word for all to learn,
And all to love thereafter, even while 
It’s but a name; and this will be as long 
As there are distant ships that will return 
Again to your Naucratis and the Nile. 


This dust was Timas; and they say
That almost on her wedding day 
She found her bridal home to be 
The dark house of Persephone. 

And many maidens, knowing then 
That she would not come back again,
Unbound their curls; and all in tears, 
They cut them off with sharpened shears. 

(Antipater of Sidon)

I’m sure I see it all now as it was, 
When first you set your foot upon the shore 
Where dim Cocytus flows for evermore,
And how it came to pass 
That all those Dorian women who are there 
In Hades, and still fair, 
Came up to you, so young, and wept and smiled 
When they beheld you and your little child.
And then, I’m sure, with tears upon your face 
To be in that sad place, 
You told of the two children you had borne, 
And then of Euphron, whom you leave to mourn. 
“One stays with him,” you said,
“And this one I bring with me to the dead.” 

(Marcus Argentarius)

Like many a one, when you had gold 
Love met you smiling, we are told; 
But now that all your gold is gone, 
Love leaves you hungry and alone.

And women, who have called you more 
Sweet names than ever were before, 
Will ask another now to tell 
What man you are and where you dwell. 

Was ever anyone but you
So long in learning what is true? 
Must you find only at the end 
That who has nothing has no friend? 


To-morrow? Then your one word left is always now the same; 
And that’s a word that names a day that has no more a name.
To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give: 
The rest will be another’s now, as long as I may live. 
You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been, 
Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin? 


When I, poor Lais, with my crown
Of beauty could laugh Hellas down, 
Young lovers crowded at my door, 
Where now my lovers come no more. 

So, Goddess, you will not refuse 
A mirror that has now no use;
For what I was I cannot be, 
And what I am I will not see. 


No dust have I to cover me, 
My grave no man may show; 
My tomb is this unending sea,
And I lie far below. 
My fate, O stranger, was to drown; 
And where it was the ship went down 
Is what the sea-birds know. 

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Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson
Poem: Variations of Greek Themes
Poem of the Day: Feb 24 2010

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