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
- Verses Turned… poem – John Betjeman poems
- Love Sonnet XLII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- “Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind” by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Орлов – Цветное молоко
- Calais, August 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Love’s Fitfulness poem – Alfred Austin
- A Child’s Evening Prayer by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Plunge poem – Ezra Pound poems
- My Beach by Robert Saltzman
- A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Третий вывоз
- Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare
- Publishing Poetry – How To Locate The Best Markets Where You Can See Your Poems In Print
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth
- The Child’s Greäve 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.