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How Annandale Went Out

“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.”


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Poem How Annandale Went Out - Edwin Arlington Robinson