“The broken voice, the
withered neck,
The coat worn out with care,
The cleanliness of indigence,
The brilliance of despair,
The fond imponderable dreams
Of affluence,--all were there.
“Poor Finzer, with his
dreams and schemes,
Fares hard now in the race,
With heart and eye that have a task
When he looks in the eye
Of one who might so easily
Have been in Finzer's place.”—Pulitzer Prize-winning American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), “Bewick Finzer,” originally printed in The Man against the Sky (1916), reprinted in Robinson, Poems (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets Series, 2007)
The coat worn out with care,
The cleanliness of indigence,
The brilliance of despair,
The fond imponderable dreams
Of affluence,--all were there.
Fares hard now in the race,
With heart and eye that have a task
When he looks in the eye
Of one who might so easily
Have been in Finzer's place.”—Pulitzer Prize-winning American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935), “Bewick Finzer,” originally printed in The Man against the Sky (1916), reprinted in Robinson, Poems (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets Series, 2007)
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