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
- innocence.html
- Николай Языков – Валдайский узник
- Handy Man by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Корнилов – Нищий
- Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word by William Cowper
- Омар Хайям – Не смешно ли весь век по копейке копить
- WALKING INTO YOU by Satish Verma
- Magic Markers by Rose Mary Boehm
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- Владимир Корнилов – Глухота
- Василий Жуковский – Теснятся все к тебе во храм
- What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman
- A Cliff Dwelling by Robert Frost
- Валерий Брюсов – Из наблюдений
- Are You Content? 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.