This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin | Poems Rethabile Likes

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin | Poems Rethabile Likes

This Be The Verse

by Philip Larkin

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.

Poet: @PhilipLarkin
Online: @HuckGutman
Book(s): @AbeBooks


Comments

Abigail George said…
It really is something to see the energy and rhythm of a poet, and to wonder how they magically arrested inspiration, while negotiating expertise, while governed by both silence and the solitary life. I only have praise for every poet who writes as an outsider, who accepts the harsh terrain and rehearsal of life.

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