Poem by Philip Arthur Larkin

Days

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?
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Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

1. The Mower
2. Absences
3. Breadfruit
4. Homage to a Government
5. To Failure

Robert Service Days ("I am a Day...")

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