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Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Age: 65 †
Born: 1869
Born: December 22
Died: 1935
Died: April 6
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Maine
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Edwin Robinson
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Your Dollar is your only Word, / The wrath of it your only fear. / You build it altars tall enough / To make you see, but your are blind / You cannot leave it long enough / To look before you or behind.
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seizing the swift logic of a woman, Curse God and die.
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