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
- Михаил Ломоносов – На Фридриха II, короля Прусского (Сочинение господина Вольтера, переведенное господином Ломоносовым)
- The Quarry by William Vaughn Moody
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
- Story of a Drunk by Violet Uram
- Freemen by John Oxenham
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 21.1. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Et Le Marbre Creuse… by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Visor’d. by Walt Whitman
- Violets Beauty Passing
- Time To Transplant by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Федор Тютчев – А. Н. М.
- In The Foam. by Sidney Lanier
- Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
- Robert Burns: Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson: A Gentleman who held the Patent for his Honours immediately from Almighty God.
- Written for a Musician by Vachel Lindsay
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.