Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


CreationEarth Nature Photos


Boston

 My northern pines are good enough for me, 
But there’s a town my memory uprears— 
A town that always like a friend appears, 
And always in the sunrise by the sea.
And over it, somehow, there seems to be A downward flash of something new and fierce, That ever strives to clear, but never clears The dimness of a charmed antiquity.

by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - BostonEmail Poem |
Comment below this ad.

Top Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

Analysis and Comments on Boston

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Boston here.

Commenting has been disabled for now.