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- Robert Peter Tristram Coffin (March 18, 1892 – January 20, 1955) was an American poet, educator, writer, editor and literary critic.
- Robert Peter Tristram Coffin was an American poet, educator, writer, editor and literary critic.
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Coffin, Robert
Works by R. P. T. Coffin Crystal Moment Robert Peter Tristram Coffin (1892-1955) was a writer, educator, and Pulitzer Prize winning poet born in Brunswick, Maine. Coffin attended Bowdoin College (graduated 1915), Princeton University (A.M. 1916), and Oxford University as a Rhodes Scholar (A.B. 1920). Coffin served in the US Army during World War I.
Christchurch (1924)
Book Of Crowns And Cottages (1925)
Dew And Bronze (1927)
A Book Of Seventeenth-Century Prose (1929)
An Attic Room (1929)Golden Falcon (1929)
Laud, Storm Center Of Stuart England (1930)
The Dukes Of Buckingham : Playboys Of The Stuart World (1931)
Portrait Of An American (1931)
The Yoke Of Thunder (1932)
Ballads of Square-Toed Americans (1933)
Lost Paradise: A Boyhood On A Maine Coast Farm (1934)
Red Sky In The Morning (1935)
Strange Holiness (1935)
John Dawn (1936)
Kennebec, Cradle Of Americans (1937)
Saltwater Farm (1937)
Maine Ballads (1938)
New Poetry Of New England: Frost And Robinson (1938)
Captain Abby And Captain John: An Around-The-World Biography (1939)
Christmas In Maine (1941)
Thomas-Thomas-Ancil-Thomas (1941)
Book of Uncles (1942)
The Substance That Is Poetry (1942)
There Will Be Bread And Love (1942)
Primer For America (1943)Mainstays Of Maine (1945)
Poems For A Son With Wings (1945)
People Behave Like Ballads (1946)
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Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
The Best Poem Of Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
A crystal moment of September.
A wooded island rang with sounds
Of church bells in the throats of hounds.
A buck leaped out and took the tide
With jewels flowing past each side.
With his head high like a tree
He swam within a yard of me.
I saw the golden drop of light
In his eyes turned dark with fright.
I saw the forest's holiness
On him like a fierce caress.
Fear made him lovely past belief,
My heart was trembling like a leaf.
He leans towards the land and life
With need above him like a knife.
In his wake the hot hounds churned
They stretched their muzzles out and yearned.
They bayed no more, but swam and throbbed
Hunger drove them till they sobbed.
Pursued, pursuers reached the shore
And vanished. I saw nothing more.
So they passed, a pageant such
As only gods could witness much,
Life and death upon one tether
And running beautiful together. Robert Peter Tristram Coffi
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Coffin, Robert P. Tristram (Robert Peter Tristram), 1892-1955
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Biography
Coffin’s teaching career started at Wells College in 1921 where he was an instructor, then a professor, of English. In 1934, he became a Pierce Professor of English at Bowdoin and during this time also became a visiting lecturer at several colleges and universities. From 1953 to 1954, Coffin was a Fulbright scholar at the University of Athens in Greece.
In 1924, Coffin published his volume of poems, Christchurch, the first of forty books. By 1936 he had won the Pulitzer Prize for Strange Holiness. In addition to teaching and publishing, Coffin traveled the country to lecture and read from his popular poetry.
Sources: Biographical Note, Guide to the Rovert Peter Tristram Coffin Collection (
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