Monday Poem-Donald Justice


Time and the weather wear away
The houses that our fathers built.
A ghostly furniture remains:
All the sad sofas we have stained
With tears of boredom and of guilt,

The fraying mottoes, the stopped clocks…
And still sometimes those monstrous shapes
Haunt the damp parlors of the heart.
What Sunday prisons they recall!
And what miraculous escapes!

Donald Justice