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Interior with Ida in a White Chair, by Vilhelm Hammershøi
Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

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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