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.
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| This is an image of the 1st Edition Printing |
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.
You can help save books, poetry, and maybe me - though it's a long shot -
all at the same time by purchasing your own brand new copy...
or maybe find yourself a first edition at...
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).
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