Author Topic: Next, Please (Read 882 times)

Lorenzo · « **on:** December 13, 2007, 09:19:31 AM »

by Philip Larkin

+++

Always too eager for the future, we
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; every day
Till then we say,

Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear,
Sparking armada of promises draw near.
How slow they are! And how much time they waste,
Refusing to make haste!

Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks
Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks
Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinkled,
Each rope distinct,

Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tints
Arching our way, it never anchors; it's
No sooner present than it turns to past.
Right to the last

We think each one will heave to and unload
All good into our lives, all we are owed
For waiting so devoutly and so long.
But we are wrong:

Only one ship is seeking us, a black-
Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back
A huge and birdless silence. In her wake
No waters breed or break.

Linkback: https://tubagbohol.mikeligalig.com/index.php?topic=7314.0

MikeLigalig.com

Author Topic: Next, Please (Read 882 times)

Lorenzo

Next, Please