Two Quatrains
I
As eons of incalculable strife
Are in the vision of one moment caught,
So are the common, concrete things of life
Divinely shadowed on the walls of Thought.
II
We shriek to live, but no man ever lives
Till he has rid the ghost of human breath;
We dream to die, but no man ever dies
Till he has quit the road that runs to death.
Poem by
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Two Quatrains
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Two Quatrains here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.