On the day we went to visit dad in Anlaby (just west of Hull) I saw posters on the buses of single verses from Larkin’s poems. This one I liked, but am not sure I understand it:
This is the first thing
I have understood
Time is the echo of an axe
Within a wood.
On the other hand I understand this one, but am not so keen on the sentiment:
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.