The Mill

The Mill by Edwin Arlington Robinson

A miller’s wife waits alone as the tea grows cold and the fire dies. When her husband finally speaks, he says only, “There are no millers any more,” then remains at the door so long that the moment seems to stretch into yesterday. Overcome by an undefined fear, she goes to the mill, where its warm, mealy smell evokes the past. There she finds something hanging from a beam, indifferent to her presence. Believing it follows her, she considers the black, smooth water above the weir, which would quickly regain its untroubled appearance and leave no mark.

By Edwin Arlington Robinson · First published 1916 · Genre: Narrative Poetry, Tragedy, Gothic Poetry · 206 words

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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

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narrative poetry · tragedy · rural life · marriage · suicide · death · grief · isolation · economic hardship · labor · industrial decline · psychological despair

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