Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

The Clerks by Edwin Arlington Robinson

I did not think that I should find them there

When I came back again; but there they stood,

As in the days they dreamed of when young blood

Was in their cheeks and women called them fair.


Be sure, they met me with an ancient air,—

And, yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood

About them; but the men were just as good,

And just as human as they ever were.


And you that ache so much to be sublime,

And you that feed yourselves with your descent,

What comes of all your visions and your fears?


Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,

Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,

Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.




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