I AM weary of being surrounded by things: Books in their neat rows, Magazines scattered about, Even my kitchen with its shelves of cheerful yellow bowls Does not stir me. I wander about my little house Like the wraith of a happy yesterday Hunting lost joys. I have no right to miss you so ... in my little house. But once you sat with me before my fireside, And now the flames blaze at my heart, Mocking me with the emptiness of my house. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 7 by CONRAD AIKEN THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR |