My father used to say,
“Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow’s grave
nor the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self reliant like the cat —
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse’s limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth —
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.”
Nor was he insincere in saying, “Make my house your inn.”
Inns are not residences.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Old Stone Cross by William Butler Yeats
- Oh You Are Coming by Sara Teasdale
- To the Fringed Gentian by William Cullen Bryant
- Ten Years After by Graham Rowlands
- Алишер Навои – Кто на стезе любви един
- Thisbes Song
- not_love_perhaps.html
- Terrible Ted poem – Alexander E. Musset poems | Poetry Monster
- Яков Полонский – Полонский здесь не без привета
- Гавриил Державин – Капнисту
- To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars: On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns.
- Masonic Song—Ye Sons of Old Killie by Robert Burns
- Василий Казин – Эпоха
- A Song Of The Princess by Sara Teasdale
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