After his family suffered financial reverses, Robinson cut short his attendance at Harvard University —93 and returned to Gardiner to stay with his family, whose fortunes were disintegrating. Robinson himself endured years of poverty and obscurity before his poetry began to attract notice. His first book, The Torrent and the Night Before, was privately printed at his own expense.
One honest warrant of a friend Who found with him that flesh was grass— Who neither blamed him in defect Nor marveled how it came to pass; Or why it ever was that he— That Vanderberg, of all good men, Should lose himself to find himself, Straightway to lose himself again.
For we had buried Sainte-Nitouche, And he had said to me that night: And he had said: What have I done to freeze you so? For Sainte-Nitouche and for the world In me that followed. You know the truth is on my side, And that will make the embers burn.
You do not know them, but I do: I know the way they used to shine. I shall have earned it when it comes, And when it comes I shall be free. But Sainte-Nitouche has made the way For me, and I shall find it sweet. And worship, so that I may leave No broken story to be told.
You know the day that makes us wise, The moment that makes fools of us.
The dark and starry way that leads Right upward, and eternally. My fancy did not wholly dig The pit where I believed him caught. But yet he lived and laughed, and preached, And worked—as only players can: He scoured the shrine that once was home And kept himself a clergyman.
The clockwork of his cold routine Put friends far off that once were near; The five staccatos in his laugh Were too defensive and too clear; The glacial sermons that he preached Were longer than they should have been; And, like the man who fashioned them, The best were too divinely thin.
But still he lived, and moved, and had The sort of being that was his, Till on a day the shrine of home For him was in the Mysteries: You bear me out? I saw the dim look change itself To one that never will be dim; I saw the dead flesh to the grave, But that was not the last of him.
For what was his to live lives yet: Truth, quarter truth, death cannot reach; Nor is it always what we know That we are fittest here to teach.
Unchallenged by the larger light The starry quest was his to make; And of all ways that are for men, The starry way was his to take. We grant him idle names enough To-day, but even while we frown The fight goes on, the triumph clings, And there is yet the unseen crown But was it his?
I do not know so much as that; I only know that he died right: Saint Anthony nor Sainte-Nitouche.Annual Authors & Artists exhibit to showcase faculty and student work at IU Southeast. Talk Radio Show, The Veterans News Hour hosted by David C. Cory, Richard Hurley, Weekly Show, airing Monday on BBS Radio Station 1, at pm PT, streamed live and providing free talk show podcasts about Legal, Education, Health & Lifestyle, Kids & Family, Military, News, Philosophy, Politics & Government, National.
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