Death & Dying
How Annandale Went Out
From The Town Down the River (1910)
"They called it Annandale--and I was there
To flourish, to find words, and to attend:
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend,
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair
As one or two that I have seen elsewhere:
An apparatus not for me to mend--
A wreck, with hell between him and the end,
Remained of Annandale; and I was there.
"I knew the ruin as I knew the man;
So put the two together, if you can,
Remembering the worst you know of me.
Now view yourself as I was, on the spot--
With a slight kind of engine. Do you see?
Like this.... You wouldn't hang me? I thought not."
Cite this poem
MLA
Robinson, Edwin Arlington. “How Annandale Went Out.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/robinson_ea/152/.
Chicago
Robinson, Edwin Arlington. “How Annandale Went Out.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/robinson_ea/152/.
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