
Clavering is remembered as a man whose course resembled that of a sailor unable to bring a damaged vessel home after losing rudder and sails. He saw too far to be guided by the present and too near to reach the eternal, yet he continued steadily and without self-deception through visions of renown and demands of ambitions never achieved. He wrote verses for Cubit, listened patiently to Lingard when others would not, and spoke kindly of Calverly despite being mistaken about his goodness. The speaker wonders whether Clavering might have changed had he possessed Leffingwell’s fiery and destructive indolence, and whether he pitied those who urged him to settle into an ordinary earthly life and abandon the past. Ultimately, no speculation can reveal the man within: Clavering held to phantoms and friends, attained nothing, and left a wreath on Cubit’s grave.
By Edwin Arlington Robinson · First published 1916 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Dramatic Monologue, Elegy · 391 words
I SAY no more for Clavering
Than I should say of him who fails
Clavering is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson, dated 1916 CE.
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poetry · narrative poem · American literature · early twentieth century · New England · small-town life · psychological portrait · social alienation · loneliness · disillusionment · identity · failure