What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. Philip Larkin I really admire Larkin's work. He is one poet that I can really relate to. Are there any other fans of Larkin's poetry?
that is a grand poem, he is an amazing poet, however i do find him a tad durgy sometimes...but he's amazing none the less
ah, the meloncholic whimsy inherent. what a slyly snide little piece... and as i had read it i found myself listening to meynard from perfect circle singing "i'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead..." much love
