Days 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. 3 August, 1953 Philip Larkin, from […]
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The Bigness of Small Poems – # 44 in a series – Joy, Not Meant To Be a Crumb
February 28, 2019 – 5:27 pm
Begin Afresh, Afresh! Poems of Spring by Larkin and Limón
April 17, 2018 – 10:21 pm
Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees that really gets to me. When all the shock of […]