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
- Piety poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Untitled V by Yunus Emre
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иноходец
- Оливер Голдсмит – Послание в прозе и стихах
- STEPPING OUT by Satish Verma
- The Tears of Scotland by Tobias Smollett
- Daniel Dwithen, The Wise Chap by William Barnes
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- On A Seven Day Diary
- You and I by Roger McGough
- Morning-Land by Siegfried Sassoon
- Streets Of Teal by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Алексей Ржевский – Долго ль прельщаться
- Василий Казин – Ожидание
- Aspirations by SAAJIDA GORA
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.