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
- Snapshots Of A Daughter In Law
- Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine
- Владимир Британишский – Горы, горы – горизонты
- Олег Чупров – Душа
- The Superannuated Lover by William Somervile
- A Ballad Of The Two Knights by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Орлов – Где петушок носит гребешок
- Craigieburn Wood by Robert Burns
- Memory Of My Father by Patrick Kavanagh
- Владимир Луговской – Краски
- Альфред де Мюссе – Песнь барберины
- Николай Языков – Е. Н. Мандрыкиной (В младой груди моей о вас воспоминанья)
- It Is March by W. S. Merwin
- Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl poem – John Keats poems
- Prayer by Roland Flint
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.