Catherine Chandler's Poetry Blog

Saturday, July 20, 2013

One of my favorite poems by Philip Larkin













Home is so Sad


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.
 
 
 
 
 
13 December 1958. From The Whitsun Weddings
© The Estate of Philip Larkin

1 comment:

Fee said...

Love this one. Says it all and more in so few words.
Thanks for listing it.