Supremacy1) There is a drear and lonely tract of hell 2) From all the common gloom removed afar: 3) A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are, 4) Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell. 5) I walked among them and I knew them well: 6) Men I had slandered on life’s little star 7) for churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar 8) upon their brows of woe ineffable.
9) But as I went majestic on my way, 10) Into the dark they vanished, one by one, 11) Till, with a shaft of God’s eternal day, 12) The dream of all my glory was undone,– 13) And, with a fool’s importunate dismay, 14) I heard the dead men singing in the sun. The composition date isnt known but the format of the sonnet is:AbbaabbacdcdcdEdwin Arlington Robinson was born in 1869 and he died in 1935. He was 66 years old when he died. Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on Dec. 22, 1869, at Head Tide in Maine and until 1897 lived at the family home in Gardiner, Maine, aside from several years as a student at Harvard University. For the rest of his life he moved in New York and devoted his life to writing poetry.
Robinson earned a small living first as a subway inspector and then in the city’s customs office. He resided in rooms at boarding houses in New York and Yonkers, at the Hotel Judson on Washington Square, in Brooklyn at 810 Washington Ave. , and at last on West 42nd Street. His Collected Poems in 1922 received the Pulitzer Prize and earned him a degree as Doctor of Literature at Yale University. Although best known for his short poems, long poems such as Captain Craig (1902), Lancelot (1920), The Man Who Died Twice (1924), and Tristram (1927) earned him acclaim from his peers.
The Man Who Died Twice and Tristram The last two of these won Pulitzer Prizes in 1925 and 1927, when he was elected as a member of the National Academy of Arts and Letters. Robinson never married but enjoyed the company of many friends. He died of cancer in hospital in New York on April 6, 1935. A few of his most known poems are, The Children of the Night Captain Craig The Town Down the River The Man against the Sky The Three Taverns and Avons Harvest. He had 3 Pulitzer prizes awarded to him.
For the first twenty years of Robinson’s writing career, he had difficulty in getting published and attracting an audience. He published his first two volumes privately and friends secretly guaranteed the publication of the third. He did receive positive reviews from the beginning, however, and with the publication of The Man Against the Sky in 1916 his reputation was secure. For the rest of his life he was widely regarded as “America’s foremost poet,” as William Stanley Braithwaite put it. Both academics and the general public held him in high esteem, as attested by the fact of his winning three Pulitzer Prizes for poetry for volumes published in 1921, 1924, and 1927, when his Tristram became a national best-seller. Although Robinson’s subject matter and philosophical stance differ markedly from that of his predecessors’, his form is unremittingly traditional.
He considered movies, prohibition, and free verse “a triumvirate from hell,” and said that if free verse were as easy to write as it was difficult to read, he was not surprised there was so much of it. In his early work Robinson experimented with difficult French forms, like the villanelle and rondeau, but his longer work is written almost exclusively in blank verse. Robinson is one of America’s greatest practitioners of the sonnet and the dramatic monologue. I think its about a guy going to hellI think he sees like people he knew thereMaybe he hurt some of the peopleits about a guy who lives his life with a extravagant things, and one day relizes that it means nothing to god. God doesnt not judge u by the material things one ownsThere is a drear and lonely tract of hell He has a sense of hell in his lifeFrom all the common gloom removed afar from all the misery taken awayA flat, sad land it is, where shadows are, there is no one there with him to stand by him Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell. No one will be here to ever hear thisI walked among them and I knew them well: Only his friends shall hear the poemMen I had slandered on life’s little star All the men I killed in the worldfor churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar I knew the consequences for high and low classes or peopleupon their brows of woe ineffable.
They couldnt show all of their sorrow and miseryBut as I went majestic on my way, I walked around as I held my head up high Into the dark they vanished, one by one, All of my friends are dying, slowly and are being singled outTill, with a shaft of God’s eternal day, Now they are in heavenThe dream of all my glory was undone,– Everything I have worked for, I have lostAnd, with a fool’s importunate dismay, With a man in denial and quick sadness, this describes a manic-depressiveI heard the dead men singing in the sun. While people were in hell, they were hoping for heaven