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
- Владислав Крапивин – Гонка
- Evening balcony by Vladimir Marku
- Becalmed and Bewildered by Thomas J Camp
- Нина Воронель – Поэты военных лет
- Perseus by Robert Hayden
- Николай Карамзин – Гимн слепых
- Epigram : The Cottager And His Landlord. A Fable (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- An Ode To Antares
- Love and Law by Vachel Lindsay
- Юнна Мориц – На смерть Джульетты
- Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Lullaby of the Onion by Miguel Hernandez
- Selecting A Reader by Ted Kooser
- Владимир Маяковский – День в маевочку мою… (Главполитпросвет №151)
- White in the Moon the Long Road Lies poem – A. E. Housman
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.