Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Souvenir

A vanished house that for an hour I knew
By some forgotten chance when I was young
Had once a glimmering window overhung
With honeysuckle wet with evening dew.
Along the path tall dusky dahlias grew,
And shadowy hydrangeas reached and swung
Ferociously; and over me, among
The moths and mysteries, a blurred bat flew.

Somewhere within there were dim presences
Of days that hovered and of years gone by.
I waited, and between their silences
There was an evanescent faded noise;
And though a child, I knew it was the voice
Of one whose occupation was to die.

1. The Clinging Vine
2. Old King Cole
3. London Bridge
4. Llewellyn and the Tree
5. The Valley of the Shadow

Edna Millay Souvenir ("Just a rainy day or two")

Print

1612 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version