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The last two National Poetry Days I blogged about featured “I carry your heart” by ee cummings and “Stopping by woods” by Robert Frost.
Both beautiful poems dear to my heart.
This year, a more tongue in cheek approach…
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 were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.