Poem of the Week: "The Daily Things We Do" by Philip Larkin
I've posted so much Larkin before, so no bio this time. I think this poem may actually be unfinished, which certainly looks possible.
The daily things we do
The daily things we do
For money or for fun
Can disappear like dew
Or harden and live on.
Strange reciprocity:
The circumstance we cause
In time gives rise to us,
Becomes our memory.
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From Kurt Vonnegut
We do
Doodly do, doodly do
As we must
Muddily must, muddily must
Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do
’Til we bust
Bodily bust, bodily bust.
This seems to be a similar sentiment, from a different perspective.
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