Day 4: A poem that disturbs you

Had a tough time choosing this one. Maybe I don’t read enough dark poetry. Or maybe I’m just impervious to the underlying meanings and nuances in poems. Who knows? I think I tend to gravitate towards certain genres and as a result have a very one-sided collection of poetry.

This one.. unnerved me when I first read it. It still does sometimes. Also, am I the only one on this one?

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

— Philip Larkin

7 thoughts on “Day 4: A poem that disturbs you

  1. T, yeah thats the general perception towards it.

    Jerry, the latter. I read this first about 6 or 7 years ago and and this kinda shook things up and brought the parent-child cycle into new light. Also, crude language? What crude language!

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