Philip Larkin: Aubade fragment

I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And when I shall myself die.

                        Philip Larkin, Aubade.



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3 responses to “Philip Larkin: Aubade fragment

  1. Poppiekreer

    Jy is ‘n diep mens Vuurklip. Pragtige gedigte hoor!

  2. vuurklip

    Deep down I’m quite shallow!Maar dankie, hoor?Dankie.

  3. RietteRoos

    Ek hou van Philp Larkin se werk . . . .dankie . .dis baie mooi en baie “diep” en baie deoressief . . .

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