My father used to say, 'Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellow's grave or 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES |