"To Failure"
Philip Larkin
You do not come dramatically, with dragons
That rear up with my life between their paws
And dash me butchered down beside the wagons,
The horses panicking; nor as a clause
Clearly set out to warn what can be lost,
What out-of-pocket charges must be borne,
Expenses met; nor as a draughty ghost
That’s seen, some mornings, running down a lawn.
Poetry Friday is at JAMA'S ALPHABET SOUP.
3 comments:
Love both the image and the words. Thank you for sharing this.
BTW, the link you have up on Jama's site links to a much earlier post - this is the third time I've noted that amongst all the links I've visited so far. Must be a glitch with the mr linky system.
Such a powerful poem. Great images throughout. Pondering . . .
I love this sonnet. Larkin has a great ability to describe what we see but don't always notice.
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