I love poetry.
So this topic kind of kills me because I have so many favorites. However I think I'm going to pick Robert Frost’s "Death of a Hired Man" It’s a conversation between a farmer, Warren and his wife Mary about a hired man they’ve employed in the past whose come to ask for work (or to find a comfortable and familiar spot to die) Warren and Mary debate the meaning of the word “Home”. Warren, in the most famous line of the poem, says that “Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” To which Mary replies, (and I always get goose bumps when I read it)
“I should have called it
Something you somehow haven’t to deserve.”
The idea that a place of comfort and peace is perhaps the one thing you shouldn’t have to work for or measure up to…makes me cry every time.