Edward Arlington Robinson was born on December 22, 1869 in Head Tide, Maine. Although he was one of the most prolific American poets of the early 20th century—and his Collected Poems (1921) won the first Pulitzer Prize ever awarded to poetry—he is remembered now for a few short poems. Robinson was devoted to his art and led a solitary, often make-shift existence; he …
by Edwin Arlington Robinson. The miller's wife had waited long, The tea was cold, the fire was dead; And there might yet be nothing wrong. In how he went and what he said: "There are no millers any more," Was all that she had heard him say; And he had lingered at the door. So long that it seemed yesterday.
'The Mill' by Edwin Arlington Robinson is a twenty-four line poem written in 1920. It was during this time period that technological advancements were driving a number of professions to extinction. That of the miller was one of them. It is likely these societal changes inspired Robinson to write this piece.
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The House on the Hill. Edwin Arlington Robinson - 1869-1935. 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.
Edwin Arlington Robinson. Edwin Arlington Robinson was an American poet who won three Pulitzer Prizes for his work Edwin Arlington Robinson won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry three times in 1922 for his first Collected Poems in 1925 for The Man Who Died Twice and in 1928 for Tristram Robinson was born in Head Tide Lincoln County Maine but his family moved to …
The Mill: Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson. The miller's wife had waited long, The tea was cold, the fire was dead; And there might yet be nothing wrong. In how he went and what he said: "There are no millers any more," Was all that she heard him say; And he had lingered at the door. So long it seemed like yesterday.
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