Edwin Arlington Robinson

An all too concise survey of his work.
Would have liked more on his life.
Unfortunately, Robinson is remembered now, if at all, mainly for Richard Corey, which is heavily anthologized because of its shocking twist. This was just one of his many poems about fictional persons, reminiscent of Edgar Lee Masters' Spoon River Anthology.
Can't say that this book helped me approach his poetry any better. It did confirm to me that it was difficult, but could be more or less understood on close reading, and that it might be a little depressing. But I think I'd figured that out already.