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
- Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope
- In Between The Strophes
- Dialogue Song—Philly and Willy by Robert Burns
- Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive by Robert Burns
- Potions poem – Yusef Komunyakaa poems | Poetry Monster
- Song Of The Enfifa River
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Южная ночь
- Nay Not To Night
- Eclogue:–The Best Man In The Vield by William Barnes
- Uncle Sammy by Will McKendree Carleton
- Eve- Song by Mary Gilmore
- Олег Бундур – Я не плачу
- God lay dead in heaven by Stephen Crane
- Robert Burns: Versified Reply To An Invitation:
- The Zilver-Weed by William Barnes
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.