Today, my name is Poetic Justice.

While in my Modern and Contemporary Literature class, my professor was analyzing 2 poems that really got to me. One of them is called Requiem, and it is by Robert Louis Stevenson. This poem really stuck in my head and I was so interested in it, so I decided to post it. Requiem seems to be kind of a self realization kind of poem. He speaks of his death, and it is written beautifully. Describing the night and his grave.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

The second poem is called This Be the Verse. This was written by Philip Larkin. This is quite blunt and because of that, it is easy to see what his point is quickly. It is an angry poem written by a cynical man and I love it.

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.

Just wanted to get that out.. These poems are just down and out. They are dark and eerie which is why I guess I like them so much..