National Poetry Month: High Windows by Philip Larkin

Argh, cannot decide: do I want to go out and see the friends who I haven’t seen for like ten days (keeping in mind I’m WAY POOR, and all my clothes, including my only proper coat, are in the laundry) or stay in and write? I’m really behind on NaNo. I should stay in, I just want to see my friends.

ANYWAY.

Here’s some Philip Larkin after all. The man was a genius, for all that he lived in Hull.

( High Windows by Philip Larkin )