Philip Larkin understood that romantic love never satisfies. This poem of his, Love Songs In Age, has a resigned sadness that Larkin-watchers will slip into like a comfy old cardigan.
Which pieces of music move you to tears every time you hear them? Here’s one of mine: John Tavener’s The Lamb, based on the poem by William Blake. So pure and unearthly, it seemed right to post it today.
Batter my heart, three-person’d God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
How serious is the evil inside us? When the final self-help program has been concluded, and the last new leaf has been turned, what will it take to fully and finally deal with it?
I am not my friends I am not my possessions I am not my grade point average I am not the school I attended
I asked you a question, King, And you said nothing? Instead with thieves in the darkness You thrashed out your breath.