The House on the Hill

By Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869–1935 Edwin Arlington Robinson
They are all gone away,
      The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray
      The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day
      To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray
      Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play
      For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay
      In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.

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Poet Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869–1935

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Subjects Living, Time & Brevity, Home Life, Relationships

Poetic Terms Villanelle

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“One of the most prolific major American poets of the twentieth century, Edwin Arlington Robinson is, ironically, best remembered for only a handful of short poems,” stated Robert Gilbert in the Concise Dictionary of American Literary Biography. Fellow writer Amy Lowell declared in the New York Times Book Review, “Edwin Arlington Robinson is poetry. I can think of no other living writer who has so consistently dedicated his life . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Home Life, Relationships

POET’S REGION U.S., New England

Poetic Terms Villanelle

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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