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
- Олег Григорьев – Крадучись, точно вор
- Leaves Compared With Flowers by Robert Frost
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот Вы докатились до сороковых
- Hope Holds to Christ poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- My Child Wafts Peace by Yehuda Amichai
- Иван Крылов – Ода, выбранная из псалма 71-го
- Нина Воронель – Попытка отчаяния
- Untitled IV by Yunus Emre
- To Be Blind
- Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie by William Shakespeare
- Song Of The Furies
- And love has changed to kindliness by Rupert Brooke
- Give Me Back My Rags #1 by Vasko Popa
- Stars
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Miss Davies: On being asked why she had been formed so little, and Mrs. A-so big.
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.