Tag: Edward Arlington Robinson
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into the octaves part three
This post is the third and last of a short series of posts discussing some of the thinking and inspirations behind my latest poetry collection, An Empty Pot’s Darkness (Airlie Press), which is available on SPD (check out the first post here and the second here). For this final post, I’m sharing a sequence that did not make it into…
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into the octaves part one
This will be the first of a short series of posts discussing some of the thinking and inspirations behind my latest poetry collection, An Empty Pot’s Darkness (Airlie Press), which is available on SPD as of this week! Back when I started experimenting with the octave form, I drew inspiration from a series of poems by Edward…
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* fitting in with Edward Arlington Robinson
Octave XI – Edward Arlington Robinson STILL through the dusk of dead, blank-legended, And unremunerative years we search To get where life begins, and still we groan Because we do not find the living spark Where no spark ever was; and thus we die, Still searching, like poor old astronomers Who totter off to bed…
The Friday Influence 