Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

The House On The Hill - Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

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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 today
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.

Form: Villanelle


Comments about The House On The Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson

  • (7/30/2015 12:16:00 AM)


    ......very creative and imaginative...great write ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (7/29/2015 4:24:00 PM)


    I like this poem. It reminds me of my birth place. My birth house and all the neighboring houses are all gone away. A few years ago, I wrote a similar poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (7/29/2015 11:01:00 AM)


    This is a poem essaying the decay and isolation of the deserted house on a hill. It seems as if the tattered spirit of the house is standing there for everybody to see. A painful account by all means. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (7/29/2015 10:48:00 AM)


    The tragic situation of a house on the hill is beautifully lamented in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • (7/29/2015 3:18:00 AM)


    Quite the poem that tickles my fancy. (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (7/29/2015 1:01:00 AM)


    I feel rather sorry about that House on the Hill. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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