|
|
|
|
| |
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.
Philip Larkin
Read poems about / on: running, happy, time
|
|
User Rating: |
|
8.1
/10
(18 votes) |
|
|
|
|
| |
Click here to write your comments about this poem (Days by Philip Larkin)
Antonia Anthony (11/21/2006 11:23:00 AM)
Larkin is just brilliant! The way that he is able to take everyday normality, such as days, and transform them into something extraordinary whilst using ordinary words! Larkin has a remarkable talent for forcing his readers to stop and think about the things that we overlook and take as just a given. Like days for example, other poets go on about the stars, the sun and the sheer magic of them, but not Larkin 'What are days for? Days are where we live in', How Brilliant is that line! Simple Lanuage, yet it provokes profound thinking! Wonderful Larkin, just Wonderful! |
Victoria Hughes (9/20/2005 6:16:00 PM)
this is just one of the many Larkin poems that i fell in love with. |
Read all 2 comments >>
|
|
|
|
Philip Larkin
Free
Poetry E-Book:
E-mail this poem to e friend