I’m very familiar with what is probably E.A. Robinson’s most famous poem, Richard Cory because I used to teach it to my students and they always really enjoyed it and got so much from it. I’ve not, however, read anything else by Robinson. I came across this poem and was very struck by it…. I must explore some more! Something in the feeling of it reminded me of the song by the Mavericks, Mr Jones.
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 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. Edward Arlington Robinson
Lois Elsden 