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
- Balloons by Sylvia Plath
- The Lew O’ The Rick by William Barnes
- Аля Кудряшева – Трилогия перед годом (Цепочка ассоциаций)
- Ок Мельникова – Всё будет
- The Cold Heaven by William Butler Yeats
- Song—A Health to ane I loe dear by Robert Burns
- Lover’s Gifts XLIII: Dying, You Have Left Behind by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Dead Woman by Pablo Neruda, La Muerta
- Hypatia by Stanley Wilkin
- Юрий Левитанский – Диалог у новогодней елки
- His Mercy Endureth For Ever by John Oxenham
- The Innovator by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare
- Suicide Off Egg Rock by Sylvia Plath
- Advice to the Ladies by William Somervile
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).