Home is so Sad by Philip Larkin   I have just returned from a poetry conference.  I’m tired, my suitcase full of laundry and new books.  I left the air conditioning on a little too strong; now, the coldness of my living room only seems to emphasize that no one has been living here.  In my absence, the dust bunnies haven’t rolled themselves to the trashcan.  Old receipts and bills haven’t jammed themselves through the office shredder.  The milk in the refrigerator remains past its expiration date. The word “stanza” comes from the Italian for room, which makes Philip Larkin’s “Home Is So Sad” a very small dwelling. Comprised of two quintets (Sicilian), rhyming ababa cdcdc, the poem shifts from the abstract and the…