He knocked, and I beheld him at the door-
A vision for the gods to verify.
“What battered ancientry is this,” thought I,
“And when, if ever, did we meet before?”
But ask him as I might, I got no more
For answer than a moaning and a cry:
Too late to parley, but in time to die,
He staggered, and lay shapeless on the floor.
When had I known him? And what brought him here?
Love, warning, malediction, hunger, fear?
Surely I never thwarted such as he?-
Again, what soiled obscurity was this:
Out of what scum, and up from what abyss,
Had they arrived-these rags of memory?
Alma Mater
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Poem topics: fear, memory, never, time, warning, answer, door, hunger, vision, floor, thought, obscurity, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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