I will climb thirty steps to my room,
Lie on my bed;
Let the music, the violin, cornet and drum
Drowse from my head.
5 Since I was not bewitched in adolescence
And brought to love,
I will attend to the trees and their gracious silence,
To winds that move.
- Phillip Larkin
How can we bring our bewitched adolescence back to love They are sped up, accelerated with phone, witchcraft and sodomy, what can help teach them about movies, poems and music.
I wonder...
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