Poetry Corner: The Winter Palace by Philip Larkin

Most people know more as they get older:

 I give all that the cold shoulder.

 I spent my second quarter-century

 Losing what I had learnt at university.

 And refusing to take in what had happened since.

 Now I know none of the names in the public prints,

 And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces

 And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.

 It will be worth it, if in the end I manage

 To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.

 Then there will be nothing I know.

 My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.

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