Cut Grass (Philip Larkin Poem)
Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white ...
Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
When the gardener has gone this garden Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. It is so spruce, a metaphor ...
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
Looking down, my dirty hands, dust of the stones gathered and placed labyrinth stones dividing the rows the grime of ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, 'Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.' Thus he sung ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid ...
Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me And King in praise of the gallant British Armie, That behaved ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and inbetween the sheets holywater death not a famous-last-words peaceful out ...
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