by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869 - 1935)
Cliff Klingenhagen
Language: English
Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine With him one day; and after soup and meat, And all the other things there were to eat, Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine And one with wormwood. Then, without a sign For me to choose at all, he took the draught Of bitterness himself, and lightly quaffed It off, and said the other one was mine. And when I asked him what the deuce he meant By doing that, he only looked at me And smiled, and said it was a way of his. And though I know the fellow, I have spent Long time a-wondering when I shall be As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is.
Authorship:
- by Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869 - 1935), "Cliff Klingenhagen", appears in The Children of the Night, first published 1897 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Richard Hensel (b. 1926), "Cliff Klingenhagen" [SATB chorus a cappella], from Three Songs on Poems of Edwin Arlington Robinson [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-06-17
Line count: 14
Word count: 117