A favorite poem

I would like to share another poem.  Miniver Cheevy was written by an American poet named Edwin Arlington Robinson.  I guess that I can relate to the character of Miniver Cheevy in some way (not the alcoholic part) because I also long to go back to the past when life was different.  Ah, my longing for time travel appears again…well, on a “professional” note, I will publish my 38th article today on the Examiner! 🙂

Natalie Gorna 

Miniver Cheevy

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 medieval 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.