💬 Thinking a lot on Phillip Larkin’s poem Aubade lately and taking comfort from it. May write on it soon. Here is one glorious snippet:
And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave. Death is no different whined at than withstood.