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      The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson 



        The Three Taverns 



A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson 



                 Edwin Arlington Robinson 



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                  The Valley of the Shadow 



     There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow; There were 

faces unregarded; there were faces to forget; There were fires of grief and 

fear that are a few forgotten ashes; There were sparks of recognition that 

are   not   forgotten   yet。   For   at   first;   with   an   amazed   and   overwhelming 

indignation   At   a   measureless   malfeasance   that   obscurely   willed   it   thus; 

They were lost and unacquainted  till they found themselves in others; 

Who had groped as they were groping where dim ways were perilous。 

     There were lives that were as dark as are the fears and intuitions Of a 

child   who   knows   himself   and   is   alone  with   what   he knows; There   were 

pensioners of dreams and there were debtors of illusions; All to fail before 

the   triumph   of   a   weed   that   only   grows。   There   were   thirsting   heirs   of 

golden sieves that held not wine or water; And had no names in traffic or 

more   value   there   than   toys:   There   were   blighted   sons   of   wonder   in   the 

Valley of the Shadow; Where they suffered and still wondered why their 

wonder made no noise。 

     There were slaves who dragged the shackles of a precedent unbroken; 

Demonstrating   the   fulfilment   of   unalterable   schemes;   Which   had   been; 

before the cradle; Time's inexorable tenants Of what were now the dusty 

ruins of their father's dreams。 There were these; and there were many who 

had   stumbled   up   to   manhood;   Where   they   saw   too   late   the   road   they 

should have taken long ago: There were thwarted clerks and fiddlers in the 

Valley of the Shadow; The commemorative wreckage of what others did 

not know。 

     And there were daughters older than the mothers who had borne them; 

Being older in their wisdom; which is older than the earth; And they were 

going forward only farther into darkness; Unrelieved as were the blasting 

obligations of their birth; And among them; giving always what was not 

for their possession; There were maidens; very quiet; with no quiet in their 

eyes:   There   were   daughters   of   the   silence   in   the   Valley   of   the   Shadow; 

Each an isolated item in the family sacrifice。 

     There were creepers among catacombs where dull regrets were torches; 



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Giving   light   enough   to   show   them   what   was   there   upon   the   shelves    

Where there was more for them to see than pleasure would remember Of 

something that had been alive and once had been themselves。 There were 

some who stirred the ruins with a solid imprecation; While as many fled 

repentance      for  the  promise     of  despair:   There    were   drinkers    of  wrong 

waters in the Valley of the Shadow; And all the sparkling ways were dust 

that once had led them there。 

     There were some who knew the steps of Age incredibly beside them; 

And his   fingers   upon   shoulders   that   had   never  felt   the  wheel; And   their 

last of empty trophies was a gilded cup of nothing; Which a contemplating 

vagabond would not have come to steal。 Long and often had they figured 

for a larger valuation; But the size of their addition was the balance of a 

doubt: There were gentlemen of leisure in the Valley of the Shadow; Not 

allured by retrospection; disenchanted; and played out。 

     And   among   the   dark   endurances   of   unavowed   reprisals   There   were 

silent    eyes   of  envy    that  saw   little  but  saw    well;   And    over   beauty's 

aftermath of hazardous ambitions There were tears for what had vanished 

as   they   vanished   where   they   fell。   Not   assured   of   what   was   theirs;   and 

always hungry for the nameless; There were some whose only passion was 

for Time who made them cold: There were numerous fair women in the 

Valley of the Shadow; Dreaming rather less of heaven than of hell when 

they were old。 

     Now and   then; as   if to scorn the   common touch of common   sorrow; 

There were some who gave a few the distant pity of a smile; And another 

cloaked   a soul   as   with   an   ash   of human   embers;  Having   covered thus   a 

treasure that would last him for a while。 There were many by the presence 

of the many disaffected; Whose exemption was included in the weight that 

others bore: There were seekers after darkness in the Valley of the Shadow; 

And they alone were there to find what they were looking for。 

     So   they  were;   and   so   they  are;   and as they  came   are   coming   others; 

And   among   them   are   the   fearless   and   the   meek   and   the   unborn; And   a 

question that has held us heretofore without an answer May abide without 

an answer until all have ceased to mourn。 For the children of the dark are 

more to name than are the wretched; Or the broken; or the weary; or the 



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baffled; or the shamed: There are builders of new mansions in the Valley 

of   the   Shadow; And   among   them  are   the   dying   and   the   blinded   and   the 

maimed。 



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                       The Wandering Jew 



     I saw by looking in his eyes That they remembered everything; And 

this   was   how   I   came   to   know   That   he   was   here;   still   wandering。   For 

though the figure and the scene Were never to be reconciled; I knew the 

man as I had known His image when I was a child。 

     With evidence at every turn; I should have held it safe to guess That all 

the newness of New York Had nothing new in loneliness; Yet here was one 

who   might   be   Noah;   Or   Nathan;   or Abimelech;   Or   Lamech;   out   of   ages 

lost;  Or; more than all; Melchizedek。 

     Assured that he was none of these; I gave them back their names again; 

To scan once more those endless eyes Where all my questions ended then。 

I   found   in   them   what   they   revealed   That   I   shall   not   live   to   forget; And 

wondered if they found in mine Compassion that I might regret。 

     Pity; I learned; was not the least Of time's offending benefits That had 

now for so long impugned The conservation of his wits: Rather it was that 

I should yield; Alone; the fealty that presents The tr
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