Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped in the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft.
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Британишский – Емуртла
- Gadara, A.D. 31 by John Oxenham
- He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Гиляровский – Грядущее
- Thomas Lux – Thomas Lux
- Sonnet CLI by William Shakespeare
- Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress by Vachel Lindsay
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищи, близятся ужасы зимы… (РОСТА №270)
- Song—The Fall of the Leaf by Robert Burns
- Their Frailty by Siegfried Sassoon
- Prayers by Rainbow Reed
- Олег Григорьев – К себе домой из дальних стран
- The Silent Lover i by Sir Walter Raleigh
- This Morning by Raymond Carver
- A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
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.