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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clavering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say no more for Clavering <br>Than I should say of him who fails <br>To bring his wounded vessel home <br>When reft of rudder and of sails; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say no more than I should say<br>Of any other one who sees <br>Too far for guidance of to-day, <br>Too near for the eternities. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of him as I should think <br>Of one who for scant wages played,<br>And faintly, a flawed instrument <br>That fell while it was being made; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of him as one who fared, <br>Unfaltering and undeceived, <br>Amid mirages of renown<br>And urgings of the unachieved; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of him as one who gave <br>To Lingard leave to be amused, <br>And listened with a patient grace <br>That we, the wise ones, had refused;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of metres that he wrote <br>For Cubit, the ophidian guest: <br>“What Lilith, or Dark Lady”… Well, <br>Time swallows Cubit with the rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of last words that he said<br>One midnight over Calverly: <br>“Good-by—good man.” He was not good; <br>So Clavering was wrong, you see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder what had come to pass <br>Could he have borrowed for a spell<br>The fiery-frantic indolence <br>That made a ghost of Leffingwell; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if he pitied us <br>Who cautioned him till he was gray <br>To build his house with ours on earth<br>And have an end of yesterday; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder what it was we saw <br>To make us think that we were strong; <br>I wonder if he saw too much, <br>Or if he looked one way too long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when were thoughts or wonderings <br>To ferret out the man within? <br>Why prate of what he seemed to be, <br>And all that he might not have been? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He clung to phantoms and to friends,<br>And never came to anything. <br>He left a wreath on Cubit’s grave. <br>I say no more for Clavering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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Than I should say of him who fails 
To bring his wounded vessel home 
When reft of rudder and of sails; 

I say no more than I should say
Of any other one who sees 
Too far for guidance of to-day, 
Too near for the ete..."></div>
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