Edwin Arlington Robinson

Here you will find the Poem Boston of poet Edwin Arlington Robinson


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.