I've started Philip Larkin's Collected Works. Many of them are shorter than I expected, clearly he was depressed.
Wants
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone:
However the sky grows dark with invitation-cards
However we follow the printed directions of sex
However the family is photographed under the flag-staff -
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone.
Beneath it all, the desire for oblivion runs:
Despite the artful tensions of the calendar,
The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites,
The costly aversion of the eyes away from death -
Beneath it all, the desire for oblivion runs.
Below this it, oblivion desire be:
Before the memory washes in the morning,
Bank drafts of shameful chances
Faces heading past you
Below this it, oblivion desire be.
Monday, November 08, 2004
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