Learn More

Robert Rorabeck

Rookie - 185 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Pleasure of All Four Walls


Troubled into the palsy of another glass,
My wife and kid and their kind one room over,
And in the rivers it is snowing
Where I live, seperated into the temperatures made
Differently for every one of our plots:
A checkerboard of weathers where some fairies freeze
And others get lucky and melt and lactitate
And take it all off—
Where the sky boys fly just to get on their busses—
And flowers bloom like those very same coaches,
Choking out the classrooms where they cannot teach us
Any of this stuff—
The house knows luckiness the smaller it becomes,
And just the same a pretty girl can better feel herself
In the pleasure of touching all four walls.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Topic of this poem: love


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Pleasure of All Four Walls by Robert Rorabeck )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  4. I Am the Only Being Whose Doom, Emily Jane Brontë
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Christmas Carol, Sara Teasdale
  7. The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  9. 'Hope' is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson
  10. If, Rudyard Kipling

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]