Little song of home Purchase this and other timeless New Criterion essays in our hard-copy reprint series. We’ve grown old in an older home, a place Where we hear music in the dripping faucet, The rattling door, the fumbled crashing vase, That floorboard always creaking when we cross it. There’s whistling in the worn-out weather stripping And pinging in the ancient radiator, The circuit breakers on a cold night tripping— All home repairs we say we’ll get to later And sometimes do.
