{"id":420,"date":"2010-05-05T00:50:02","date_gmt":"2010-05-05T00:50:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=420"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:13:08","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:13:08","slug":"fragment-by-edwin-arlington-robinson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/fragment-by-edwin-arlington-robinson\/","title":{"rendered":"Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_421\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-421\" style=\"width: 224px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/EdwinArlingtonRobinson.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-421 lazyload\" title=\"EdwinArlingtonRobinson\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/EdwinArlingtonRobinson-224x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"224\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/EdwinArlingtonRobinson-224x300.jpg 224w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/EdwinArlingtonRobinson.jpg 293w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 224px) 100vw, 224px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 224px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 224\/300;\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-421\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Fragment by Edwin Arlington Robinson<\/p>\n<p>Faint white pillars that seem to fade<br \/>\nAs you look from here are the first one sees<br \/>\nOf his house where it hides and dies in a shade<br \/>\nOf beeches and oaks and hickory trees.<br \/>\nNow many a man, given woods like these,<br \/>\nAnd a house like that, and the Briony gold,<br \/>\nWould have said, &#8220;There are still some gods to please,<br \/>\nAnd houses are built without hands, we&#8217;re told.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There are the pillars, and all gone gray.<br \/>\nBriony&#8217;s hair went white. You may see<br \/>\nWhere the garden was if you come this way.<br \/>\nThat sun-dial scared him, he said to me;<br \/>\n&#8220;Sooner or later they strike,&#8221; said he,<br \/>\nAnd he never got that from the books he read.<br \/>\nOthers are flourishing, worse than he,<br \/>\nBut he knew too much for the life he led.<\/p>\n<p>And who knows all knows everything<br \/>\nThat a patient ghost at last retrieves;<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s more to be known of his harvesting<br \/>\nWhen Time the thresher unbinds the sheaves;<br \/>\nAnd there&#8217;s more to be heard than a wind that grieves<br \/>\nFor Briony now in this ageless oak,<br \/>\nDriving the first of its withered leaves<br \/>\nOver the stones where the fountain broke.<\/p>\n<p><em>About Edwin Robinson: Born at Head Tide, Maine, Dec. 22, 1869. Educated at Harvard University. Mr. Robinson is a psychological poet of great subtlety; his poems are usually studies of types and he has given us a remarkable series of portraits. He is recognized as one of the finest and most distinguished poets of our time. He won <\/em>three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>About Edwin Robinson: Born at Head Tide, Maine, Dec. 22, 1869. Educated at Harvard University. Mr. Robinson is a psychological poet of great subtlety; his poems are usually studies of types and he has given us a remarkable series of portraits. He is recognized as one of the finest and most distinguished poets of our time. He won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,84,408],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-420","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-1900s","category-nature-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/420","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=420"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/420\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=420"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=420"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=420"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}