11.3.2020 – There is ruin, decay

There is ruin, decay
winds blow bleak, all gone away
nothing more to say

Adapted from 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.

I was attracted to this poem for today, election day 2020, as finally, there is nothing more to say.

I have always felt that one of the most forlorn sights is a Halloween Pumpkin on November 1st.

How much more so election signs all across everywhere the day after an election.

All those candidates, they are all gone away.

I looked up the poem to make sure I got the poet’s first name correct and I learned that this poem:

‘The House on the Hill’ by Edward Arlington Robinson is a six stanza villanelle that is divided into sets of three lines, known as tercets, and then one final set of four lines, or quatrain. The lines follow a very simple rhyme scheme of ABA, with the traditional repetition one can expect from a villanelle. The first and third lines of the first stanza is repeated, alternatively, in the next five.

It isn’t just a poem but a a six stanza villanelle!



Never ran across that term before.

Sounds much harder than a haiku but explains why I had trouble getting a seven syllable line out of it when all the lines are six syllables.

The page I learned this on also said, in the way of analysis:

It is meant to be a symbol for the speaker’s past and it’s decay a representative of how he’s losing contact with his own past acquaintances and experiences.

On election day 2020, I hope we aren’t losing contact with our past.

I hope it isn’t all gone away.

Bleak and shrill.

No good or ill.

And I hope it is not ruin and decay.

But we all have to wait.

There is nothing more to say.

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