Love this. Miłosz (translated by Robert Hass)
I learned to live with my despair
And suddenly Philip Larkins's there,
explaining why all life is hateful.
I don't see why I should be grateful.
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It's hard enough to draw a breath
Without his hectoring about nothingness.
My dear Larkin, we all die, I understand.
And no one needs to be told
And this is not a decent theme
For either an elegy or an ode.
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