Friday, April 23, 2010

this be the verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse


At 7:05 PM, Blogger Raluca said...

Iubesc versurile astea, le-am postat mai demult pe blogul Adiei. Nu sunt de acord cu ideea, cel putin nu 100%, but the man certainly had a way with words :)

At 9:01 PM, Blogger runbaby said...

stiu, draga mea >:D<

At 10:48 PM, Anonymous maia said...

Daca esti "in the mood" pentru ceva mai putin serios... :p


In the house
of Mr. and Mrs. Spouse
he and she would watch teevee
and never a word
between them spoken
until the day
the set was broken

Then “How do you do?”
said he to she,
“I don’t believe we’ve met yet.
“Spouse is my name”
“What’s yours?” he asked
“Why, mine’s the same!”
said she to he,
“Do you suppose that we could be….?

But then the set came suddenly right about
And so they never did find out.

At 11:58 PM, Blogger runbaby said...

I am in the mood :). Mersi!

At 11:50 AM, Blogger said...

oh boy :)


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