Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUR HOUSE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "the walls of a house are not build of wood, brick or stone" Last Line: "is god himself, the same who made the stars and built the world" Subject(s): Home | ||||||||
The walls of a house are not built of wood, brick or stone, but of truth and loyalty. Unpleasant sounds of grumbling, the friction of living, the clash of personalities, are not deadened by Persian rugs or polished floors, but by conciliation, and concession. . . . The house is not a structure where bodies meet, but a hearthstone upon which flames mingle, separate flames of souls, which, the more perfectly they unite, the more clearly they shine and the straighter they rise toward heaven. Your house is your fortress in a warring world, where a woman's hand buckles on your armor in the morning and soothes your fatigue and wounds at night. The beauty of a house is harmony. The security of a house is loyalty. The joy of a house is love. The plenty of a house is in children. The rule of a house is service. The comfort of a house is in contented spirits. The maker of a house, of a real human house, is God himself, the same who made the stars and built the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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