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| Lucian Freud, "Naked man, back view" (1991-1992) |
On
longer evenings,
Light,
chill and yellow,
Bathes
the serene
Foreheads
of houses.
A thrush
signs,
Laurel-surrounded
In the
deep bare garden,
Its fresh-peeled
voice
Astonishing
the brickwork.
It will
be spring soon,
It will
be spring soon —
And I,
whose childhood
Is a
forgotten boredom,
Feel
like a child
Who comes
on a scene
Of adult
reconciling,
And can
understand nothing
But the
unusual laughter,
And starts
to be happy.
Philip
Larkin (1922-1985). “Poesía reunida”. 2015. Barcelona, España: Penguin Random
House Grupo Editorial, S. A. U.
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