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|   | Subject: Dockery and Son by Philip Larkin
Posted Apr 7, 2012 by Jabberwock | | Post: 1
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Dockery and Son (excerpt)
BY PHILIP LARKIN
(And age, and then the only end of age.)
Where do these
Innate assumptions come from? Not from what
We think truest, or most want to do:
Those warp tight-shut, like doors. They’re more a style
Our lives bring with them: habit for a while,
Suddenly they harden into all we’ve got
And how we got it; looked back on, they rear
Like sand-clouds, thick and close, embodying
For Dockery a son, for me nothing,
Nothing with all a son’s harsh patronage.
Life is first boredom, then fear.
Whether or not we use it, it goes,
And leaves what something hidden from us chose,
And age, and then the only end of age.
God he's a depressing poet. My least favourite English poet I think.
Thanks Jabs for sharing the poetry of Philip Larkin.  
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