Sorry about my absence but I'm quite busy these days, making some essays for my masters and (I should also be) revising. But I can't stop thinking about you and my blog so I leave here a short poem by
Philip Larkin I'm sure you'll like as much as I did. Enjoy it (and comment on it, please). Photo by me.
Skin
Obedient daily dress,
You cannot always keep
That unfakable young surface.
You must learn your lines -
Anger, amusement, sleep;
Those few forbidding signs
Of the continuous coarse
Sand-laden wind, time;
You must thicken, work loose
Into an old bag
Carrying a soiled name.
Parch then; be roughened; sag;
And pardon me, that
I Could find, when you were new,
No brash festivity
To wear you at, such as
Clothes are entitled to
Till the fashion changes.
