The governor will give Homeless people sleeping bags, Let them stay the night On windswept porticos Outside his buildings Instead of your doorstep. I am talking to myself With empty rooms I cannot bear to live in.

Copyright © 2010 by Stuart Dischell. Used with permission of the author.

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Poems by This Author

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Further Reading

Poems About Home 9773 Comanche Ave. by David Trinidad Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire Birthplace by Michael Cirelli Daily by Naomi Shihab Nye Dusting by Marilyn Nelson Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins He Foretells His Passing by F. D. Reeve Home is so Sad by Philip Larkin My House, I Say by Robert Louis Stevenson On the Disadvantages of Central Heating by Amy Clampitt Otherwise by Jane Kenyon Psalm of Home Redux by David Lee Steppingstone by Andrew Hudgins Sysiphusina by Shira Dentz Te Deum by Charles Reznikoff The Afternoon Sun by C. P. Cavafy The Bedroom by Paula Bohince The Cabbage by Ruth Stone The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams Untitled [I grew up in North Adams] by Brenda Iijima