User:Jamtrousers/Philip Larkin's Day Out

Poetry for people who hate poetry

The waves beat with relentless
Torpor, and the sand is as
A death mask on all, smothering
The landscape and, as if

With personal malice it gets
Into my sandwiches. Mummy says
"It's okay" and buys an ice cream
But the dulled care in her eyes

Cannot hide the lethargy of
Her soul. I gaze up in
The perennial disappointment