The House On The Hill Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson

The House On The Hill

Rating: 3.1


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jasbir Chatterjee 29 July 2015

I feel rather sorry about that House on the Hill.

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Dick Bigalow 29 July 2015

Quite the poem that tickles my fancy.

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Ramesh T A 29 July 2015

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

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Rajnish Manga 29 July 2015

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.

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Curtis Johnson 29 July 2015

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.

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Rasak Daramola 17 March 2023

A great piece of work

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Samuel Jolaosho 10 March 2023

A beautiful villanelle here!

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Luz Hanaii 03 February 2020

Always something haunting about abandoned houses, they're like ghosts sitting there telling stories from the past. Very nicely penned. Big 10++

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michael walker. 29 July 2019

A simple but brilliant villanelle. The empty house on the hill is intriguing, 'They are all gone away'.

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* Sunprincess * 30 July 2015

......very creative and imaginative...great write ★

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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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