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 Future Promise Letter by Stevens Cadet
- Юрий Галансков – Вступление к поэме “Апельсиновая шкура”
- A Toccata Of Galuppi’s by Robert Browning
- Владимир Высоцкий – Куплеты нечистой силы
- I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
- Hudibras and Milton Reconciled by William Somervile
- Living In Sin
- El Cafetal by Rafael Guillen
- Further Instructions poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Do You Remember Once
- Юлия Друнина – Здесь продают билеты на Парнас
- Let Me Tide Over by Vattacharja Chandan
- In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams by Wendell Berry
- Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell
- Алексей Жемчужников – В Европе
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).
