 | Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson |  |
NIMMO'S EYES
And think of Nimmo's eyes; and if you can,
Remember something in them that was wrong.
A casual thing to ask of any man,
You tell me,—and you laugh? You won't laugh long.
Remember something in them that was wrong.
A casual thing to ask of any man,
You tell me,—and you laugh? You won't laugh long.
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She makes an epic of an episode,
I tell her, and the toil is ruinous;
And I may tell her till I go the road
We find alone, the best and worst of us.
I tell her, and the toil is ruinous;
And I may tell her till I go the road
We find alone, the best and worst of us.
| Uncollected poems and prose of Edwin Arlington Robinson | |