Poem-A-Day: The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson

December 22, 2013 The House on the Hill by Edwin Arlington Robinson     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 to-day  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.         Today's poem is in the public domain.  About This Poem This poem was included in Edwin Arlington Robinson's first volume of poetry, The Torrent and the Night Before, which was published in 1896 at his own expense. The collection was extensively revised and published in 1897 as The Children of the Night. Today is the 144th anniversary of Robinson's birth.  Poetry by Robinson Robinson: Poems (Everyman's Library, 2007)           Poem-A-Day Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-A-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Browse the Poem-A-Day Archive.     Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on December 22, 1869, in Maine. Unable to make a living by writing, he got a job as an inspector for the New York City subway system. Robinson's first major success was The Man Against the Sky (1916). He then composed a trilogy based on Arthurian legends: Merlin (1917), Lancelot (1920), and Tristram (1927), which won a Pulitzer Prize in 1928. Robinson was also awarded a Pulitzer Prize for his Collected Poems (1921) and The Man Who Died Twice (1924). For the last twenty-five years of his life, Robinson spent his summers at the MacDowell Colony in New Hampshire. He died in New York City in 1935. Related Poems Haunted Houses  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Whose Story of Us We Is Told Is Us by Shane McCrae  Ghost House by Robert Frost  __________________________ Love reading Poem-A-Day? Help support it today.     Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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