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
- What Reward? by Winifred Mary Letts
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Тайна
- Ode To A Harmonica
- Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad? by William Butler Yeats
- Orlando Furioso Canto 19 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Never Again Would Bird’s Song Be The Same by Robert Frost
- Epitaph on William Hood, Senior by Robert Burns
- The Narrative by Talha Jafri
- Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
- Song Of A Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- First kiss for Arys and Nikys by Nicole Vasilcovschi
- Composed At The Same Time And On The Same Occasion by William Wordsworth
- Song of the Open Road. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Селькор
- Politics by William Butler Yeats
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.