Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sunday Night Poetry II



“I saw a man pursuing the horizon”

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this,
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never-”

“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

Stephen Crane

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Loss

The day he moved out wash terrible –
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.

Wendy Cope

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This Be The Verse

They f*ck 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 f*cked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time where soppy stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin

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Celia, Celia

When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope is gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on

Adrian Mitchell

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