Saturday, March 12, 2011

Ignorance

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure

Of what is true or right or real,

But forced to qualify or so I feel,

Or well, it does seem so:

Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:

Their skill at finding what they need,

Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,

And willingness to change;

Yes it is strange.

Even to wear such knowledge – for our flesh

Surrounds us with its own decision –

And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,

That when we start to die

Have no idea why.


Philip Larkin

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