On parenthood: other points of view
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.
.
…