| Mary Elizabeth (Palmer) Robinson (1833-1896), mother of Edwin Arlington Robinson. |
Edwin Arlington Robinson was born in the village of Head Tide in the town of Alna, Maine, on December 22, 1869, third son of Edward and Mary Elizabeth (Palmer) Robinson. Because his mother had expected a daughter, no male name had been selected for a possible son. The following summer when the family vacationed at a resort in Harpswell, Maine, the ladies on the verandah challenged her to name the baby. The ladies placed names in a lottery, and the name drawn was “Edwin.” Because the lady who proposed “Edwin” as a name was from Arlington, Massachusetts, baby Robinson became Edwin Arlington Robinson, a name that was anathema to him throughout his life. He hated the family’s habit of calling him “Win,” and as an adult he always signed himself as “E. A.” • Edwin Arlington RobinsonBorn in Head Tide, Lincoln county, Maine, The United States December 22, 1869 Died April 06, 1935 Genre Poetry edit data Works of American poet Edwin Arlington Arlington include long narratives and character studies of New Englanders, including "Miniver Cheevy" (1907). Edwin Arlington Robinson won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work. His family moved to Gardiner, Maine, in 1870. He described his childhood as "stark and unhappy." Early difficulties of Robinson led to a dark pessimism, and his stories dealt with "an American dream gone awry." In 1896, he self-published his first book, "The Torrent and the Night Before", paying 100 dollars for 500 copies. His second volume, "The Children of the Night", had a somewhat wider circulation. Edwin Arlington Robinson won the pris Prize for poetry in 1922 for his first "Collected Poems," in 1925 for "The Man Who DiedWorks of • Richard CoryPoem by Edwin Arlington Robinson For other uses, see Richard Cory (disambiguation). Richard Cory[1] Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king – And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
"Richard Cory" is a narrative poem written by namn Arlington Robinson. It was first published in 1897, as part of The Children of the Night, having been completed in Ju
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