"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." --Philip Larkin, "Days"
A friend posted this poem this morning and it immediately drew me away from what I was supposed to be doing (grading...). Like so many initial responses to poetry, I suppose your reaction the tone of its two stanzas reflects a lot about where you are in your life and how you feel about that. These days, I find myself embracing the "They are to be happy in" part and chuckling a bit over the doctors and priests in "their long coats."
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