When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don’t read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who’s yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Омар Хайям – Чистый дух, заключенный в нечистый сосуд
- An April Love poem – Alfred Austin
- Владимир Высоцкий – Всё с себя снимаю, слишком душно
- I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
- Abd el-Hadi Fights a Superpower by Taha Muhammad Ali
- The Enemies Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- The Old Gumbie Cat by T. S. Eliot
- English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Room. Роберт Уильям Сервис.
- Михаил Кузмин – В Канопе жизнь привольная
- Владимир Маяковский – Тёплое слово кое-каким порокам
- The Redeemer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Да здравствуют недели помощи по всей республике (Главполитпросвет №353)
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Радуга
- It is raining! by Preeth Nambiar
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.