And while this often painful self-exploration can be liberating, shining a light into dark places, turning ghosts into memories, and offering the chance to take responsibility for your own life by comprehending it, it can also do more or less the opposite by encouraging the sense of helplessness and self-pity, of being someone else's victim. He positively loathed children: Here is one from amateur poet Richard Kell, in the pages of the London Spectator. With his second volume of poetry, The Less DeceivedLarkin became the preeminent poet of his generation, and a leading voice of what came to be called 'The Movement', a group of young English wri. When we become intimate with people, we swap stories about families; tales of how we became the person we are and of how life is not fair.
Children are very horrible, aren't they?
This Be The Verse
Share it with your friends: Religion used to try, That vast moth-eaten musical brocade Created to pretend we never die, And specious stuff that says No rational being Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound, No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with, Nothing to love or link with, The anaesthetic from which none come round. Sign up with Facebook. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Stevenson's thought of a happy homecoming in death is given an ironic turn. All this negativity has repelled many poetry lovers. Return to Book Page.