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.

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Comments (6)

......very creative and imaginative...great write ★
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.
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.
The tragic situation of a house on the hill is beautifully lamented in this poem!
Quite the poem that tickles my fancy.
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