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.
This poem is really good! I’m using it for a project!
what’s the project topic
sex with edwin is SO good.ooohhhhh that feels hot.
After reading intensively Robin’s Biography,my analysis to the poem goes as follows.
Robins sadness from His mother dying from Black Diphtheria, to his brother dying of Drug Overdose, and father having mental depression, it makes the writer state that he is just shouting out loud that he is alone and he can’t prove to his family that he finally became successful in becoming a known poet.He feels that he has gone on and beyond and not need to prove himself to the world what a excellent, perfectionist, analytical writer he became.
I have to do i poetry analizion on this poem, and i was wondering is any one could help me understand what “our poor fancy-play for them is wasted skill” means.
I like this poem
my presentation is about it….wat else can ı say???