Poetic appeal

[Dudley]

Help!

I'm meant to be reading a poem called "Love" by Philip Larkin at an event on Friday night.  Unfortunately I've gone and lost the bloody thing.  

Does any kind person have a book of poetry and five minutes to copy it out for me?  If you do, thank you thank you thank you, you lovely lovely person.

Please note that it's NOT the same as the rather fruity "Love (Again)", which I'll reproduce here for fun...


Love again: w**king at ten past three
(Surely he's taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.

Someone else feeling her breasts and c**t,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even ... but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element

That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.

[Matt Timson]

I'm checking for acrosticness- just in case this is some kind of lame trick to besmirchify me...

[Dudley]

Don't worry - I'm sure Mongon would point it out for you...

;)

[DavidXBrunt]

I'm not familiar with a poem just entitled Love. Arundel Tomb is already on the message board though.

[Banners]

There's "Love Songs In Age" and "Love, We Must Part Now" - is it either of them?

M@

[petemaskreplica]

The difficult part of love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.

And then the unselfish side-
How can you be satisfied,
Putting someone else first
So that you come off worst?
My life is for me.
As well ignore gravity.

Still, vicious or virtuous,
Love suits most of us.
Only the bleeder found
Selfish this wrong way round
Is ever wholly rebuffed,
And he can get stuffed.

[Dudley]

Cheers all - Pete comes through with the right pome.

[Eck]

Here's another good one from Mr. Larkin, just because...

'Love we must part now: do not let it be'

Love we must part now: do not let it be
Calamitous and bitter. In the past
There has been too much moonlight and self-pity:
Let us have done with it: for now at last
Never has the sun more boldly paced the sky,
Never were hearts more eager to be free,
To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I
No longer hold them; we are husks, that see
The grain going forward to a different use.

There is regret. Always, there is regret.
But it is better that our lives unloose,
As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light,
Break from an estuary with their courses set,
And waving part, and waving drop from sight.

[thinky]

Larkin is my poetic 'hero' (despite being a miserable git who vitually abseined from sex due to being crap with girls), and 'Love Songs In Age' was the one that made me pick up my pen and write my own. although my all-time favourite Larkin has to be 'Naturally The Foundation Will Bear Your Expenses'

thinky

[JOE SOAP]

***Larkin is my poetic 'hero' (despite being a miserable git who vitually abseined from sex due to being crap with girls)***

...so he couldn't get laid anyway.

[Adrian Bamforth]

Though I recall, according to the TV damatisation of his life, he was a right stud with at least two women on the go for a large part of his life, one of them looking like Tara Fitzgerald. I was slightly disappointed in a way since I had presumed him to be a bit of a Morrissey-type.

A classic real-life (supposedly) Larkin quote comes from when he was standing in the rain protected by his umbrella. A student edges nearer and nearer until Larkins says:

'Dont think you're coming under my umbrella'

ADE