Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
For lack of money, and it is all right.
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
We want the money for ourselves at home
Instead of working. And this is all right.
It’s hard to say who wanted it to happen,
But now it’s been decided nobody minds.
The places are a long way off, not here,
Which is all right, and from what we hear
The soldiers there only made trouble happen.
Next year we shall be easier in our minds.
Next year we shall be living in a country
That brought its soldiers home for lack of money.
The statues will be standing in the same
Tree-muffled squares, and look nearly the same.
Our children will not know it’s a different country.
All we can hope to leave them now is money.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юлия Друнина – В семнадцать
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Звездочет
- Hyperion. Book III poem – John Keats poems
- Николай Языков – Давным-давно люблю я страстно
- The Saint And The Hunchback by William Butler Yeats
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – На улице
- Lord God Have Mercy On Me
- Robert Burns: Raging Fortune:
- Владимир Маяковский – Стой!.. (РОСТА №416)
- Race of Veterans. by Walt Whitman
- Written Before Re-Reading King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- They Thought Her Crazy by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Vegetable Swallow by Tristan Tzara
- Владимир Степанов – Телефон (Буква Т)
- On Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red on the Tenth of June by William Somervile
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.