Poezea

Desmond Bates din Mort de surd era mare admirator al unui poet de care nu citisem nimic (Philip Larkin – 1922-1985); in carte am gasit o poezie care mi-a placut mult. Am gasit pe net versiunea completa si am zis sa o scriu si aici:

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.

(sursa: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days/)

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