Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
For lack of money, and it is all right.
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
We want the money for ourselves at home
Instead of working. And this is all right.
It’s hard to say who wanted it to happen,
But now it’s been decided nobody minds.
The places are a long way off, not here,
Which is all right, and from what we hear
The soldiers there only made trouble happen.
Next year we shall be easier in our minds.
Next year we shall be living in a country
That brought its soldiers home for lack of money.
The statues will be standing in the same
Tree-muffled squares, and look nearly the same.
Our children will not know it’s a different country.
All we can hope to leave them now is money.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney
- Did Not by Thomas Moore
- Sonnet Ix
- Владимир Корнилов – Репертуар
- A Brook in the City by Robert Frost
- Юлиан Анисимов – Весенний дождь
- the-flash-reverses-time.html
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- A Memory by William Allingham
- To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate by William Cowper
- Gloucester Moods by William Vaughn Moody
- How I saved Planet Earth by Raj Arumugam
- Жан де Лафонтен – Мужчина средних лет и его две Возлюбленные
- Валерий Брюсов – Из тихих бездн
- Омар Хайям – Мне с похмелья лекарство одно принеси
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.