Joyce Kilmer

(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

The House With Nobody In It - Poem by Joyce Kilmer

Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.


Comments about The House With Nobody In It by Joyce Kilmer

  • Wilma Dillon (8/5/2016 8:43:00 AM)

    This poem touches my heart in so many ways. One of my very favorites.51218 (Report) Reply

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  • Paul Amrod Paul Amrod (7/29/2016 3:36:00 PM)

    This is the first poem I have read mentioning the magical town of Suffern. I went to school there from the sixth to the tenth grade and I visited it recently. The town has hardly changed at all. Right on the Jersey border where I was the paperboy that built a route up for this community and I cherished this town still. About this poem it is highly lyrical and descriptive with a lulling tone and a sweet theme. Tragic that Joyce lived such a short life due to his service in France. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard Snyder Bernard Snyder (7/29/2016 8:55:00 AM)

    My first time ever reading this poem. What an amazing one. Great rhyme scheme also. (Report) Reply

  • Oluwatobi Moses Oluwatobi Moses (7/29/2016 7:19:00 AM)

    Ihad once read, now am rereading. Nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Asis Biswas (7/29/2016 6:01:00 AM)

    remembrance of a man in his old days are the deeds are of the men in his young.old house once sheltered a family, now stands empty. pathos is always at the end of life. always say good bye with its crumbling roof, broken windows.good easy writing poem by poet joycee kilmer. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (7/29/2016 4:21:00 AM)

    Old farmhouse! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Perez (3/8/2016 8:36:00 PM)

    This is, perhaps, the most beautiful poem i have ever read. Every time I read it, it makes me cry. (Report) Reply

  • Oluwatobi Moses Oluwatobi Moses (12/12/2014 12:18:00 PM)

    But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/12/2014 8:06:00 AM)

    Human sentiment about the home is beautifully created in the poem and great poet he is. Likes with much respect. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Hagwood Michael Hagwood (12/11/2014 7:00:00 PM)

    When I read the poem, in my mind I saw some old houses my farther had
    photographed in black and white; Thank you, for share the poem (Report) Reply

  • Brenda Brockway (1/9/2010 7:41:00 PM)

    I actually had to memorize Trees, also by Joyce Kilmer for girl scouts as a kid. I heard this on an old rerun of The Waltons and fell in love with it. It hangs in the living room of my house, which I found on Halloween when all of the other houses on a block where we were trick or treating were well lit and lived in. It stood alone and lonely. (Report) Reply

  • Dorothy Bernard (1/22/2009 3:01:00 PM)

    Although the name Joyce may lead some to think that Joyce Kilmer was a woman, he was indeed a man. I recited this poem at my school for a program in the school auditorium at the age of 11 and still remember it word for word now at the age of 59. I find his poems to be truly beautiful and inspiring. (Report) Reply

    Angela Stockton (6/22/2016 3:25:00 PM)

    Years ago, sportscaster Chris Schenkel was covering a golf tournament for CBS-TV. As the camera panned across the course, Schenkel mused, Joyce Kilmer must have had a setting like this in mind when she wrote 'Trees.' Within days he began receiving irate mail addressed to Miss Christine Schenkel.

  • Mertice Weeks (12/13/2007 9:23:00 PM)

    I first heard this poem when I was in the 4 th grade and am now 59 years old. It is my favorite of all poems written by anyone. I absolutely love it! (Report) Reply

  • Judy Ware (4/30/2006 6:11:00 PM)

    I LIKE THIS ONE TO I DID NOT KNOW THAT SHE WROTE SO MANY POEMS

    THANKS (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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