Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways, <br />My skin well-oiled with wines of the Levant, <br />I set my face into a filial smile <br />To greet the pale, domestic kiss of Kent. <br /> <br />But shall I never learn? That gawky girl, <br />Recalled so primly in my foreign thoughts, <br />Becomes again the green-haired queen of love <br />Whose wanton form dilates as it delights. <br /> <br />Her rolling tidal landscape floods the eye <br />And drowns Chianti in a dusky stream; <br />he flower-flecked grasses swim with simple horses, <br />The hedges choke with roses fat as cream. <br /> <br />So do I breathe the hayblown airs of home, <br />And watch the sea-green elms drip birds and shadows, <br />And as the twilight nets the plunging sun <br />My heart's keel slides to rest among the meadows.<br /><br />Laurie Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-from-abroad/
