Tuesday 4 June 2019

Tuesday Poem: "Home is So Sad" by Philip Larkin


Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to 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.

by Philip Larkin


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