(9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985 / West Midlands / England)

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.

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A lot of people will connect with Larkin. Me, for starters. I like the poem he wrote about parents and how the f....k you up!
A lot people will connect with Larkin. Me, for starters. I like the poem he wrote about parents f...ing you up. Ted Tombling