airlight (airlight) wrote,

Sad Steps

Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.

Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

High and preposterous and separate -
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.

--Philip Larkin, who I detested when I first had to study his poems, before realising that half the time I do hate him but the other half I think he's perfectly phrased.
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nice one. well, I guess it was good, to not have had him in school, as I can hardly read any of the stuff they made me study then. pity sometimes. my teacher was crap, though and I think I transfered some of hatred for him onto the the texts...

I am yet to find a poem that betters this one in terms of polarising my reaction from start to finish.