Monday, March 21, 2011

Poetry of Departures




Phillip Larkin's "Poetry of Departures."

"Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
As epitaph;
He chucked up everything
And just cleared off,
And always the voice will sound
Certain you approve
This audacious, purifying,
Elemental move.

And they are right, I think.
We all hate home
And having to be there:
I detest my room,
Its specially-chosen junk,
The good books, the good bed,
And my life, in perfect order:

So to hear it said
He walked out on the whole crowd
Leaves me flushed and stirred,
Like Then she undid her dress
Or Take that you bastard;
Surely I can, if he did?
And that helps me stay
Sober and industrious.
But I'd go today,

Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads
Crouch in the fo'c'sle
Stubbly with goodness, if
It weren't so artificial,
Such a deliberate step backwards
To create an object:
Books; china; a life
Reprehensibly perfect.

And I slept".

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2 comments:

Dancing Branflake said...

Leigh! These are fabulous photos of you! Seriously so beautifully composed and gorgeous.

cole said...

Love the pics.
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