Days, par Philip Larkin

Interior with Ida in a White Chair, by Vilhelm Hammershøi

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.

#English #XXCentury

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