I have always admired women Who kept immaculate houses, The restfulness of everything in place, No littered papers or books awry. My house has always had schoolbooks On chairs and unexpected places, Skates in the hall, and Tennis rackets on the tables. It is in order now. My boy has gone away to school. The papers are neatly folded, His baseball bat is in the closet. I do not like an immaculate house -- It shelters a hungry heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL NO CONTINUING CITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ITALIAN BISHOP by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. HAFIZ TO THE CUP-BEARER by EDWARD CARPENTER |