
The speaker asks his friends not to reproach, advise, or pity him for devoting himself to “bubble-work” that they may consider foolish and unprofitable. If his ambitions seem too small, they should pursue greater ones themselves. He sees the games people use to fill their days as lenses through which the spirit can be read. Those who understand this may gain insight and abandon contempt for pursuits they themselves disapprove of. He insists that the disgrace attached to his singing belongs to him alone, while the wealth sacrificed through dreaming belongs to his friends.
By Edwin Arlington Robinson · First published 1916 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Reflective Poetry, Philosophical Poetry · 151 words
DEAR friends, reproach me not for what I do, / Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Dear Friends is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson, dated 1916 CE.
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poetry · American literature · early twentieth century · lyric poems · dramatic monologue · psychological insight · melancholy · isolation · disillusionment · human nature · small-town life · social alienation