Irina Şubredu

Ca tot m-a acuzat Dia ca de obicei scriu “so damn cheerful”, m-am decis sa impart cu voi emotia altor feluri de a te uita la experienta de a fi parinte.

Philip Larkin: This be the verse – in intregime, ca e scurta (si intensa):

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

  They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

  And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

  By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

  And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

  It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

  And don't have any kids yourself.

Si un fragment din Prayer befor birth a lui Louis MacNeice:

I am not yet born; O fill me

With strength against those who would freeze my

     humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,

        would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with

           one face, a thing, and against all those

              who would dissipate my entirety, would

                 blow me like thistledown hither and

                    thither or hither and thither

                       like water held in the

                          hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.

Otherwise kill me.

Restul, aici.