Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон)

Inferential

Although I saw before me there the face
Of one whom I had honored among men
The least, and on regarding him again
Would not have had him in another place,
He fitted with an unfamiliar grace
The coffin where I could not see him then
As I had seen him and appraised him when
I deemed him unessential to the race.

For there was more of him than what I saw.
And there was on me more than the old awe
That is the common genius of the dead.
I might as well have heard him: “Never mind;
If some of us were not so far behind,
The rest of us were not so far ahead.” 

1. Afterthoughts
2. The Poor Relation
3. Cliff Klingenhagen
4. Veteran Sirens
5. Another Dark Lady

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