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 Need To Love
- My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
- Along The Way by Rabindranath Tagore
- Наум Коржавин – Гамлет
- Новелла Матвеева – Ветер
- The Happy Lunatic by William Somervile
- To Melancholy- Written On An intensely agitated Day by Nithin Purple
- Владимир Маяковский – В Европе кризис (РОСТА №869)
- Яков Полонский – Песня циганки
- I Sit and Look Out. by Walt Whitman
- Tree Knowledge
- Limericks by Robby Charters
- Morale by Sunil Sharma
- Fabrication Of Ancestors
- Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul by William Shakespeare
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).