Since we agreed to let the road between us

Fall to disuse,

And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us,

And turned all time's eroding agents loose,

Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect

Has not had much effect.


Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown;

No other change.

So clear it stands, so little overgrown,

Walking that way tonight would not seem strange,

And still would be allowed. A little longer,

And time will be the stronger,


Drafting a world where no such road will run

From you to me;

To watch that world come up like a cold sun,

Rewarding others, is my liberty.

Not to prevent it is my will's fulfilment.

Willing it, my ailment.



Philip Larkin

in Collected Poems (The Less Deceived - November 1955)


The Marvell Press and Faber & Faber

© the Estate of Philip Larkin, 1988, 2003




link do postPor VF, às 17:20  comentar

De helena cardoso a 3 de Março de 2010 às 00:54
PHILIP LARKIN é muito bom!

«Não o evitar é a realização do meu querer.
Querê-lo, a minha dor.»


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