Friday, June 24, 2005

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

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.


At 4:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

muy lindo, pero queremos sangre.

At 7:13 PM, Anonymous Sergio said...

No estoy de acuerdo. El poema propone algo más cercano al espíritu lúcido de Diógenes que el chismorreo cruel de obesa con pretensiones de cinismo (muy bien logrado, por cierto, y bastante gracioso)

At 10:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

adhiero con el 1 comment.
Poncio Pilato! el pueblo quiere sangre

At 11:46 AM, Anonymous Johnny Cash said...

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die...


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