Poetry of Departures—Philip Larkin
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you approve This audacious, purifying, Elemental move. And they are right, I think. We all hate home And having to be there: I detect my room, Its specially-chosen junk, The good books, the good bed, And my life, in perfect order: So to hear it said ...
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