Days

Philip LarkinPhilip Larkin

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What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
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Philip Larkin

1922 - 1985/Male/EnglishA poet, novelist and librarian who wrote about emotions, places, and relationships. (wikipedia)

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