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 Бенедиктов – Мороз
- Владимир Маяковский – Помогите цинготным детям (Главполитпросвет №274)
- Sonnet CXXXIV by William Shakespeare
- Magic Markers by Rose Mary Boehm
- In the Old Age of the Soul poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Иван Мятлев – Старушка
- Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams
- The First Wife
- Love Sonnet LX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Ок Мельникова – Обет молчания
- The Nights Remember by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Высоцкий – Хрущёву
- Владимир Костров – Поэтессе
- Death’s Echo by W H Auden
- Book Fifth-Books by William Wordsworth
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.