The House With Nobody In It

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.

by Joyce Kilmer

Comments (29)

It was almost 80 years ago...but seems like yesterday... that, during an assembly at my Hillside, NJ elementary school, the principal read this great and memorable poem to us.
I had to learn a new poem every week in the 5th grade and this was one of my favorites
When I was in grade school one of our lessons was to memorize Joyce Kilmers beloved poem, the House With Nobody In It, and I loved it so much I would repeat it over and over at social gatherings and family get togethers. I'm 88 yrs old now and still remember it's haunting words. So beautiful!
Oh, this poem I learned in fifth grade.I love it still today.
Loved this as a child. It was the inspiration for the first poem I can remember writing when I was about 8: There's an old house, run down, neglected It's easily seen it's been rejected. Left there to stand alone nevermore to be someone's home.
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