On Larkin’s genius (poem)

All the jazz, gags, and gin and tonics,

Chuggy face and specs, like in a comic

Belie the loveless sod within

Who scanned his own and others’ sin.

Great failures made his great verse

The latter making the former worse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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