Lines On A Young Lady’s Photograph Album (Philip Larkin Poems)
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
Having been tenant long to a rich lord, Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth's season They took ...
The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens ...
When young I was a Socialist Despite my tender years; No blessed chance I ever missed To slam the profiteers. ...
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be? Are the new soda parlors worse than the old ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine And to know such pretending is disgraceful. But what ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
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