I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
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