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
- Robert Burns: She’s Fair And Fause:
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- The Editor by William Ellery Leonard
- Gubbinal by Wallace Stevens
- The Ballad of the Red Earl by Rudyard Kipling
- Алексей Плещеев – Бабушка и внучек
- Book Eighth: Retrospect–Love Of Nature Leading To Love Of Man by William Wordsworth
- An Essay On Criticism poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Parnell’s Funeral by William Butler Yeats
- Returned To Say by William Stafford
- Владимир Корнилов – Стих стиху
- A Ripple Song by Rudyard Kipling
- In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam by William Cowper
- Far Within Us #6 by Vasko Popa
- Михаил Ломоносов – Богиня, дщерь божеств, науки основавших
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.