The Old Story

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Strange that I did not know him then,
 That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
 One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
 To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
 For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
 Once, in my pride! . . .
I never knew the worth of him
 Until he died.

Next 10 Poems

• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Pilot
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Pity Of The Leaves
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Poor Relation
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Rat
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Return Of Morgan And Fingal
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Revealer
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Sage
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Story Of The Ashes And The Flame
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Sunken Crown
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Tavern

Previous 10 Poems

• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Old King's New Jester
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Night Before
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The New Tenants
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Miracle
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Mill
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Master
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Man Against The Sky
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Long Race
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The Klondike
• Edwin Arlington Robinson : The House On The Hill