This Be The Verse By Philip Larkin 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 … Continue reading Larkin about
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I Live Up Here
I live up hereAnd a little bit to the leftAnd I go down onlyFor the accidents and thenNever a moment too soonJust the same it's a life it's plentyThe stairs the petals she loves meEvery timeNothing has changedOh down there down thereEvery timeThe glass knights lie by their gloves of bloodIn the pans of the … Continue reading I Live Up Here
Perfect beyond words
The brilliant early morning sunshine through my window Dispels the shadows that lurk in the corners of my mind. Casting into stark relief the illusion of pain and suffering That I live with and wear like a shroud. In that moment, in this moment, Now, I can see the lie. In this new instant I … Continue reading Perfect beyond words
The Prophet (Love)
Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, … Continue reading The Prophet (Love)
to see a world in a grain of sand ... 