poet Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Haunted House

Here was a place where none would ever come
For shelter, save as we did from the rain.
We saw no ghost, yet once outside again
Each wondered why the other should be so dumb;
And ruin, and to our vision it was plain
Where thrift, outshivering fear, had let remain
Some chairs that were like skeletons of home.

There were no trackless footsteps on the floor
Above us, and there were no sounds elsewhere.
But there was more than sound; and there was more
Than just an axe that once was in the air
Between us and the chimney, long before
Our time. So townsmen said who found her there.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 19, 2016

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Comments about Haunted House by Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (2/11/2020 5:58:00 PM)

    Another example of Robinson's liking for the Italian sonnet, at
    which he excelled. I like this poem very much. It hints at a ghost's presence,
    and he saw 'some chairs that were like skeletons of home'. An elegant ending; which
    expresses the opinion of the townsmen. The poem hints and suggests
    more than anything.
    poem is spoken by townsmen

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  • Ash FrostAsh Frost (4/10/2017 4:21:00 AM)

    i like it the haunted

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