Grandpa clock tolls gravely,
The house is full of dust and age.
We were young this morning
Now a cold wind is turning the page.
We walk around this old house
In the hereafter, I guess we're done,
No more children's laughter.
Tonight, we're dressed in silver,
The key rusts in the door;
Where has all the time gone, dear,
Did we sweep it under the carpet
Year after year?
Gammalt hus
Morfars klocka klämtar allvarligt,
Huset är fullt av damm och ålder.
Vi var unga i morse
Nu vänder en kall vind blad.
Vi går runt i det här gamla huset
I livet efter detta antar jag att vi är klara,
Inga fler barnskratt.
Ikväll är vi klädda i silver,
Nyckeln rostar i dörren;
Vart har all tid tagit vägen, kära du,
Sopade vi det under mattan
År efter år?
OLD HOUSES CAN BE A MARVELOUS SOURCE OF INSPIRATION, HAPPINESS AND WARMTH, DEPENDING ON HOW WELL IT'S KEPT UP. I KNOW...I'M A OLD HOUSE, THOUGH IN BETTER SHAPE THAN THE ONE IMAGED. ISN'T IT MARVELOUS HOW THE INTERPRETATION OF A POSTING DIFFERS? A WONDERFUL METAPHOR, INDEED! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The sound of empty rooms! The separation anxiety with each child leaving........finally, "empty rooms". All of a sudden we find we don't know what to say to each other.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Jane