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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
...
Ils te niquent, tes père et mère.
Ils le cherchent pas, mais c’est comme ça.
Ils te remplissent de leurs travers
Et rajoutent même un p’tit chouïa – rien que pour toi.
..
La Vie avec un trou dedans (trad. G. Le Gaufey), ed. Thierry Marchaisse
Philip Larkin
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Love
The difficult part of love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.
And then the unselfish side -
How can you be satisfied,
Putting someone else first
So that you come off worst ?
My life is for me.
As well ignore gravity.
Still, vicious or virtuous,
Love suits most of us.
Only the bleeder found
Selfish this wrong way round
Is ever wholly rebuffed,
and he can get stuffed.
(7th December 1962)
The difficult part of love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.
And then the unselfish side -
How can you be satisfied,
Putting someone else first
So that you come off worst ?
My life is for me.
As well ignore gravity.
Still, vicious or virtuous,
Love suits most of us.
Only the bleeder found
Selfish this wrong way round
Is ever wholly rebuffed,
and he can get stuffed.
(7th December 1962)
I have started to say
I have started to say
'A quarter of a century'
Or 'thirty years back'
About my own life.
It makes me breathless.
It's like falling and recovering
In huge gesturing loops
Through an empty sky.
All that's left to happen
Is some deaths (my own included).
Their order, and their manner,
Remain to be learnt.
(October 1971)
I have started to say
'A quarter of a century'
Or 'thirty years back'
About my own life.
It makes me breathless.
It's like falling and recovering
In huge gesturing loops
Through an empty sky.
All that's left to happen
Is some deaths (my own included).
Their order, and their manner,
Remain to be learnt.
(October 1971)
Days
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.
(3rd August 1953)
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.
(3rd August 1953)
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