52 Quotes by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Who knows to-day from yesterdayMay learn to count no thing too strange:Love builds of what Time takes away,Till Death itself is less than Change.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

I am not oneWho must have everything, yet I must haveMy dreams if I must live, for they are mine.Wisdom is not one word and then another,Till words are like dry leaves under a tree;Wisdom is like a dawn that comes up slowlyOut of an unknown ocean.

Where the Light falls, death falls;And in the darkness comes the Light.

Life is the game that must be played

Poet and kings are but the clerks of Time.

Still through the dusk of dead, blank-legended,And unremunerative years we searchTo get where life begins, and still we groanBecause we do not find the living sparkWhere no spark ever was; and thus we die,Still searching, like poor old astronomersWho totter off to bed and go to sleep,To dream of untriangulated stars.

We cannot crown ourselves with everything Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel:No matter what we are, or what we sing,Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.

Yes, there is yet one way to where she is, / Bitter, but one that faith may never miss. / Out of the grave I come to tell you this— / To tell you this.