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
- Низами Гянджеви – Когда ее ароматом неслышно ветер повеет
- Evening Love Song by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Wind poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin
- When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Британишский – Баня Быстрицкого
- False Intimacy by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Song to the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
- The Wishing-Caps by Rudyard Kipling
- Алексей Хомяков – Раскаявшейся России
- Василий Жуковский – Тоска по милом
- Алишер Навои – О сердце, столько на земле
- The Monkey by Shel Silverstein
- Eight O’Clock by Sara Teasdale
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.