The House On The Hill Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
The House On The Hill
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.
The tragic situation of a house on the hill is beautifully lamented in this poem!
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.
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.
Always something haunting about abandoned houses, they're like ghosts sitting there telling stories from the past. Very nicely penned. Big 10++
A simple but brilliant villanelle. The empty house on the hill is intriguing, 'They are all gone away'.
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4/20/2025 5:33:33 AM # 1.0.0
I feel rather sorry about that House on the Hill.