(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

Amaryllis

Once, when I wandered in the woods alone,
An old man tottered up to me and said,
“Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made
For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone
Of his complaint such quaver and such moan
That I took pity on him and obeyed,
And long stood looking where his hands had laid
An ancient woman, shrunk to skin and bone.

Far out beyond the forest I could hear
The calling of loud progress, and the bold
Incessant scream of commerce ringing clear;
But though the trumpets of the world were glad,
It made me lonely and it made me sad
To think that Amaryllis had grown old.

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Comments (7)

Beyond the forest! ! Thanks for sharing.
A master poet with words of wisdom!
grown old. Man, she's dead! A cute little poem, but weak.
To my opinion rather concised, but true touching and with a melancholic tone. Congratulations to the family of this classic poet. He is the late Edwin Arlington Robinson. Such a glee I got to read this poem, Poetry is mankind's most loyal friend and most precious treasure, I reckon. Thank you immensely for sharing. With the best regards, Sylvia Frances Chan (BTW I am a Dutch Poetess)
Such a great poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson....
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