Miniver Cheevy
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 send 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.
Commentary
“During these years Robinson perfected the poetic form for which he became so well known: a structure based firmly on stanzas, skillful rhyming patterns, and a precise and natural diction, combined with a dramatic examination of the human condition.” – EB
That pretty much sums up the reasons I enjoy his work, and today’s poem is an excellent example; a skilful portrait of a man born after his time, or at least, a man who thinks so. It is also, on a larger level, a criticism of an increasingly widespread syndrome - the tendency to idealise and romanticise the past, not for its own merits but simply from a desire to escape the present. Miniver Cheevy does not sound like the kind of person who’d have lasted long in any of his beloved days of old.
— Martin
Biography and Assessment
Robinson, Edwin Arlington
b. Dec. 22, 1869, Head Tide, Maine, U.S.
d. April 6, 1935, New York, N.Y. American poet who is best known for
his short dramatic poems concerning the people in a small New England
village, Tilbury Town, very much like the Gardiner, Maine, in which he
grew up.
After his family suffered financial reverses, Robinson cut short his attendance at Harvard University (1891-93) and returned to Gardiner to stay with his family, whose fortunes were disintegrating. The lives of both his brothers ended in failure and early death, and Robinson’s poetry is much concerned with personal defeat and the tragic complexities of life. Robinson himself endured years of poverty and obscurity before his poetry began to attract notice.
His first book, The Torrent and the Night Before, was privately printed at his own expense. His subsequent collections, The Children of the Night (1897) and The Town Down the River (1910), fared little better, but the publication of The Man Against the Sky (1916) brought him critical acclaim. In these early works his best poetic form was the dramatic lyric, as exemplified in the title poem of The Man Against the Sky, which affirms life’s meaning despite its profoundly dark side. During these years Robinson perfected the poetic form for which he became so well known: a structure based firmly on stanzas, skillful rhyming patterns, and a precise and natural diction, combined with a dramatic examination of the human condition. Among the best poems of this period are “Richard Cory,” “Miniver Cheevy,” “For a Dead Lady,” “Flammonde,” and “Eros Turannos.” Robinson broke with the tradition of late Romanticism and introduced the preoccupations and plain style of naturalism into American poetry. His work attracted the attention of President Theodore Roosevelt, who gave him a sinecure at the U.S. Customs House in New York (held from 1905 to 1909).
In the second phase of his career, Robinson wrote longer narrative poems that share the concern of his dramatic lyrics with psychological portraiture. Merlin (1917), the first of three long blank-verse narrative poems based on the King Arthur legends, was followed by Lancelot (1920) and Tristram (1927). Robinson’s Collected Poems appeared in 1921. The Man Who Died Twice (1924) and Amaranth (1934) are perhaps the most often acclaimed of his later narrative poems, though in general these works suffer in comparison to the early dramatic lyrics. Robinson’s later short poems include “Mr. Flood’s Party,” “Many Are Called,” and “The Sheaves.”
– EB
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rben6 · 25 April 2001
I’d really like to know more of what is behind this poem, what he really means by all the words that he’s saying.I think if anyone knows, or thinks they have a good understaning or it, then they should write and tell us all.
-HB
StarRocker4Life · 7 April 2002
Hi I attend Sussex Tech High and my English Teacher taught us this poem and we had to make a “mini” story to go along with it. I some what understand this but, all poems have more then 1 explanation!
~Lindsey~
Ed Carroll · 23 December 2003
While the poem on the surface is about a man stuck dreaming of the past instead of his own present, the greater power of the poem is underneath and revealed in the final line. Miniver was drinking, which says much more about his choices in his own life than his dreams of the past do. My father, who drank heavily for most of his life, often quoted this poem for he knew the feeling of quietly wasting your life away by drinking alone.
Hess Loren · 7 May 2004
I find Robinson’s choice of a name for this character interesting: Miniver Cheevy. Minimum Achiever.
A dreamer, not a doer; Minimer was one caught up in life of “quiet desperation.”
He escaped the angst of his reality by dreaming of the past; and he coped with his reality by drinking.
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Francis Dyer · 26 October 2005
Minniver Cheevey is one of those poems that haunt you. The first time you read it, you know it’s about those other people. Then you realize it’s about you and you can’t believe it so you go back to it and reread it looking for the word or line that let’s you off the hook.
Francis E.
Harry Hoffner · 13 November 2005
I seem to remember a different couplet when I learned this poem as a child:
“Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Cursed the day that he was born”
I guess tht must have been an unauthorised version!
Frederic Coudert · 24 June 2006
This so-called “unauthorised version” that Miniver “cursed the day that he was born” sounds very familiar to me also. Could it be an earlier unfinished version from the poet?
Jack and Janet LeSuer · 27 June 2007
Well, I guess you really are wrong.
Jack and Janet LeSuer · 27 June 2007
Egads!
What?
jal