I Never Felt at Home Below
poem 413
I Never Felt at Home Below - meaning Summary
Heaven Feels Like Sunday
The speaker rejects the idea of finding home in Heaven, preferring the irregular comforts of earthly life. Paradise is imagined as relentlessly sunny and boring—"Sunday all the time"—without the relief of breaks. The poem playfully questions divine surveillance and intimate distance, imagining God as a telescope. Despite a wish to flee the divine presence, the speaker acknowledges an unavoidable final reckoning on Judgement Day.
Read Complete AnalysesI never felt at Home Below - And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home I know I don’t like Paradise Because it’s Sunday all the time And Recess never comes And Eden’ll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday Afternoons If God could make a visit Or ever took a Nap So not to see us but they say Himself a Telescope Perennial beholds us Myself would run away From Him and Holy Ghost and All But there’s the Judgement Day!
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