An April Sunday brings the snow
Making the blossom on the plum trees green,
Not white. An hour or two, and it will go.
-Philip Larkin
And here's another poem by Larkin, perhaps his most famously popular poem, written in a completely different tone, almost planetarily so (which perhaps explains the
plethora Web pages of analysis dedicated to this poem), that befits my state of mind...
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
THIS BE THE VERSE was first published in the August 1971
issue of
New Humanist, and appeared in the 1974 collection
High Windows, as pictured at right
.
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SOURCE:
An_April_Sunday_brings_the_snow_Making_the. Dictionary.com. Columbia World of Quotations. Columbia University Press, 1996. http://quotes.dictionary.com/An_April_Sunday_brings_the_snow_Making_the (accessed: April 03, 2011).