Thursday, July 7, 2011

Philip Larkin

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By Philip Larkin

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.


Kelly said...


Erica Mazzeo said...

Thank you Kelly! I found this poem the other day - love it!