Miniver Cheevy

    • Miniver Cheevy

      I just wanna to share you this poem coz i like it so much
      So I hope that you will enjoy reading it
      it is written by Edwin Robinson




      Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
      Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
      He wept that he was ever born,
      And he had reasons.

      Miniver loved the days of old
      When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
      The vision of a warrior bold
      Would set him dancing.

      Miniver sighed for what was not,
      And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
      He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
      And Priam's neighbors.

      Miniver mourned the ripe renown
      That made so many a name so fragrant;
      He mourned Romance, now on the town,
      And Art, a vagrant.

      Miniver loved the Medici,
      Albeit he had never seen one;
      He would have sinned incessantly
      Could he have been one.

      Miniver cursed the commonplace
      And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
      He missed the mediوval grace
      Of iron clothing.

      Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
      But sore annoyed was he without it;
      Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
      And thought about it.

      Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
      Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
      Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
      And kept on drinking.


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    • Thanks YSH and Miss Bomb for your replies

      Miss bomb try to read it again and i hopr that you will find it more easier than previous time

      Actually it is about Miniver who feels sorry that he was born so late..He wish if he was born before his time,,in the period of Victory and during the sowrd and honor in wars

      By the way, this poem is similar to the poet's feeling about life..coz also the poet regreted that he was born so late

      I guess that next time inshallah i will bring to you a short biography about this poet

      So just wait|a

      See u all

    • I guess that i promised you last time to bring for you the piograbhy of this poet

      So here it is

      Biography of Edwin Arlington Robinson
      Edwin Arlington Robinson was a poet of transition. He lived at the time following the Civil War when America was rebuilding and changing rapidly and when the dominant values of the country seemed to be growing increasingly materialistic. Robinson's poetry was transitional, evaluating the present by using traditional forms and by including elements of transcendentalism and puritanism.

      Robinson spent his childhood in a small town in Maine, a town which furnished him a setting for many of his poems as well as models for his characters. His father was a prosperous merchant; his mother had been a schoolteacher. The parents were primarily interested in their two older sons and tended to ignore Edwin, though they recognized his exceptional intelligence. While fond of his family, Edwin felt himself an outsider among them, as he also felt alienated from the society of his town.

      Robinson studied at Harvard from 1891 to 1893 and afterward returned to Maine to stay for three years. Miserable and lonely most of the time, he moved to New York in 1895. His first volume of poems had been published while he was at home in Maine; in 1897 a second volume appeared. But he prospered neither as a poet nor as a businessman and ended by working as a checker of loads of shale during the building of the New York subway. In earning his living as a writer Robinson experienced the same difficulties as Hawthorne had fifty years before and was forced to the same humiliating expedients. Hawthorne checked sacks of coal as they were loaded in Boston Harbor; Robinson checked shale. Franklin Pierce, a grateful President, had rewarded his friend and campaign biographer, Hawthorne, with a post in the Sales Customs House and then with a more lucrative post as consul in Liverpool. Just so another president of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, found Robinson's poetry impressive and helped him get a clerkship in the New York Customs House, where he worked until 1910. He sometimes may have encountered the ghost of Melville, who had spent the last lonely years of his life there, haunted by the feeling that he had failed as a writer.

      Suddenly, with the poetic revival that preceded World War I, Robinson began to play a major role as a poet. After going his own way quietly for so many years, he became widely read and exerted a strong influence on other poets, notably Robert Frost. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry three times in the 1920's, a record exceeded only by Frost, who received the prize four times in all.

      The core of Robinson's philosophy is the belief that man's highest duty is to develop his best attributes as fully as possible. Success is measured by the intensity and integrity of his struggle; failure consists only in a lack of effort. Robinson was most interested in people who had either failed spiritually, or who seemed failures to the world but had really succeeded in gaining spiritual wisdom. Despite his apparent pessimism he refused to subscribe to a naturalistic view of life. Being by nature introspective and conscious of psychological depths, he was acutely aware of the spiritual side of man and relatively uninterested in the surface aspects of man's life as a social creature.