Sunday, 19 August 2007

philip larkin

as i make a brief foray into day time working i think of larkin and smile. i may just scribble it up on the white board to see what they say


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.

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