The Deserted House Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

The Deserted House

Rating: 3.2

There's no smoke in the chimney,
And the rain beats on the floor;
There's no glass in the window,
There's no wood in the door;
The heather grows behind the house,
And the sand lies before.

No hand hath trained the ivy,
The walls are grey and bare;
The boats upon the sea sail by,
Nor ever tarry there.
No beast of the field comes nigh,
Nor any bird of the air


To read and enjoy the lines is a good experience but unfortunately the words cannot be taken in its word form only and meanings that made the creativity may be something else beyond an ordinary house, it may be the world or surrounding itself or the miraculous universe itself including its vast oceans, air space, including all its perfect beauty.

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Ray Subrata Ray 29 March 2012

Mary's prolific pen paints the boarder -line of supernatural psychic in a manner of something said and something unsaid. Her poetic personage deserves true worth.

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Chicken fan boy 19 May 2022

Couldve used chicken

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Anafractuous 25 June 2019

It is utterly monstrous to have a robot voice recite these delicate and nuanced poems. Shame on the poster.

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Douglas Scotney 24 July 2015

there's still something there, though there are only negatives there

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Ramesh T A 24 July 2015

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge has nicely depicted the picture of deserted house in this simple poem!

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Kim Barney 24 July 2015

Only one thing about this poem does not ring true: the last two lines. It has been my experience that abandoned houses attract many 'beasts of the field', especially small ones like mice, squirrels, etc. Many birds would also make their nests in an abandoned house with no glass in the windows.

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