Edwin Arlington Robinson wrote a few poems. His poems were for dark audiences such as this poem titled Richard Corey
this is morbid, but interesting. I liked it lol.
Another one of his poems was Miniver Cheevy.
The line in this that caught my eye was
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
This reminded me of one of The Clarks' songs..."Born Too Late"
if y'all haven't heard it here are the lyrics.
It's a good song.
Anyway back to Robinson, he was a writer out of his time, he was dark and people probably didn't want to hear it then, well he was there, and he wrote so people read it apparently, because he is popular. So his darkness must have shone some light on someone. I for one like dark poems, they show the other side of happy, and love, and everything else sappy. This is how I write, so I relate to Robinson almost to the point where I hate my own name too. But it doesn't sound like a can being kicked, haha.