Into my heart an air that kills

This poem sums up the feelings of returning ‘home’ but then again, never being able to return home. A. E. Housman grew up in Shropshire, a neighbouring county to Herefordshire, where I spent my childhood. Could this poem be the lament of any expat or perhaps more generally, anyone who has left the place where they grew up?

Into my heart an air that kills
   From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
   What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
   I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
   And cannot come again.

 From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman

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View from Symond’s Yat Rock, Herefordshire

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About susancarey

Writer and teacher living in Amsterdam. Trying to be mindful and occasionally succeeding!
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3 Responses to Into my heart an air that kills

  1. Jany says:

    I spent part of my chlidhood in Shropshire, and this poem is still one I have always intended to read from start to finish and have never got round to as yet. I love the words “the land of lost content.” That about sums up for me the feeling of longing I sometmes have for England, whilst being aware of the fact that it is an England that doesn`t exist any more. Perfectly put.

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  2. susancarey says:

    Thanks for commenting, Jany. Housman does sum it up perfectly, doesn’t he. Nice to know one is not alone in those feelings.

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