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Toads

Philip Larkin 1922 (Coventry) – 1985 (Hull)

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
 
Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison —
Just for paying a few bills!
That’s out of proportion.
 
Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts
They don’t end as paupers;
 
Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines —
they seem to like it.
 
Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets — and yet
No one actually starves.
 
Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that’s the stuff
That dreams are made on:
 
For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,
 
And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.
 
I don’t say, one bodies the other
One’s spiritual truth;
But I do say it’s hard to lose either,
When you have both.
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Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin was born in 1922 and grew up in Coventry, England. He earned his BA from St John's College, Oxford, and finished with First Class Honours in English. In 1955 he became Librarian of the Brynmor Jones Library at the University of Hull, a post he held until his death in 1985. He was the best-loved poet of his generation, and the recipient of innumerable honours, including the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. more…

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