So long had I travelled the lonely road,
Though, now and again, a wayfairing friend
Walked shoulder to shoulder, and lightened the load,
I often would think to myself as I strode,
No comrade will journey with you to the end.
And it seemed to me, as the days went past,
And I gossiped with cronies, or brooded alone,
By wayside fires, that my fortune was cast
To sojourn by other men's hearths to the last,
And never to come to my own hearthstone.
The lonely road no longer I roam.
We met, and were one in the heart's desire.
Together we came, through the wintry gloam,
To the little old house by the cross-ways, home;
And crossed the threshold, and kindled the fire.
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Cute
He has very good set-up, going from masculine friendship to (presumably) feminine love. He plants the fire metaphor in the second stanza, to be developed in the third. And he plants words, like heart, within hearth. And personally, I love the idea of love being a home.
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This Comment by member "Jaymielle" dated 20 March 2006 on another version of this same poem.
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The first two paragraphs have a sense of what it feels like to be alone. There is a kind of sadness to it and a feel of long ago pain. But just when you are thinking that it will lead to more elaboration it ends with the comfort of a fire. Somehow the first two paragraphs have a unity their own. Still a poem which works its own kind of magic.
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very good
This poet W W Gibson is a very fine poet indeed his poems testisfy his humanity and his depth of feelings, this poem 'Home' is full of nostalgic beauty as are many of his poems.
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