According to Miller, the marriage was already floundering when he met Monroe. He moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan in 1955, where he spent time in a West Side brownstone and in Monroe’s Waldorf Tower apartment. They eventually moved to a house in Roxbury.

In the spring of 1956, he briefly took up residence in Nevada, divorced his wife and promptly married Monroe. Their marriage lasted five turbulent years, during which he wrote the screenplay for the film “The Misfits” for her.

Miller remained close to his children, who continued to live on Willow Street with their mother.

After he married Monroe, Miller took her to meet his parents in the house where he had grown up. His sister remembers the neighborhood children climbing on one another’s shoulders to peek through the windows for a look.

“My mother would open the window and yell at them to go away,” Ms. Copeland said.

The Willow Street house is still owned by the family who bought it in 1982 from Miller’s first wife, who moved to nearby Monroe Place. On a recent visit, the owner offered a tour of the first floor, with its graceful archway in the entrance hall, and its black marble fireplaces in both the living room and dining room. The house, with its maid’s quarters and strip kitchen, had undergone a major renovation.

Though Miller moved out of New York and lived in Roxbury for the rest of his life, his work and characters still have that accent that can be found only in Brooklyn, along with particulars of the borough: the Brooklyn Paramount, the bowling alley on Flatbush Avenue, St. Agnes Church and Red Hook, “the gullet of New York.”

The actor Brian Dennehy first met Miller in Brooklyn in 1988 while performing in a production of Chekhov’s “The Cherry Orchard” at the Brooklyn Academy of Music with Miller’s daughter Rebecca (the child from his third marriage, to the photographer Inge Morath).

Miller and Mr. Dennehy, who played Willy Loman in “Death of a Salesman” a decade later, hung out in bars together, though Miller wasn’t a heavy drinker. “He was a very serious man,” Mr. Dennehy said. But he loved to laugh and tell stories, and he told them “in a real Brooklyn accent,” Mr. Dennehy recalled, noting: “It was a very sophisticated version of the accent. He used big words. But the accent was still there.”