Philip Larkin Poems on Light (17 Poems)

Vers De Soci (Philip Larkin Poems)

My wife and I have asked a crowd of crapsTo come and waste their time and ours: perhapsYou’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend.Day comes to an end.The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.And so … Continue reading →

Tr (Philip Larkin Poems)

In this dream that dogs me I am partOf a silent crowd walking under a wall,Leaving a football match, perhaps, or a pit,All moving the same way. After a whileA second wall closes on our right,Pressing us tighter. We are … Continue reading →

Night Music (Philip Larkin Poems)

At one the wind rose, And with it the noise Of the black poplars. Long since had the living By a thin twine Been led into their dreams Where lanterns shine Under a still veil Of falling streams; Long since had the dead Become untroubled In the light soil. There were … Continue reading →

Whatever Happened? (Philip Larkin Poem)

At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, and lips bleeding. Yes, gone, thank God! Remembering each detail We toss for half the night, but find next day … Continue reading →

Night-Music (Philip Larkin Poem)

Vers De Société (Philip Larkin Poem)

My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You’d care to join us? In a pig’s arse, friend. Day comes to an end. The gas fire breathes, the trees … Continue reading →

Deceptions (Philip Larkin Poem)

“Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to discover that I had been ruined, and for some days I was inconsolable, and cried like a child to … Continue reading →

Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel (Philip Larkin Poem)

Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through open doors, the dining-room declares A larger loneliness of knives and glass And silence laid like carpet. A porter reads … Continue reading →

Dublinesque (Philip Larkin Poem)

Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A funeral passes. The hearse is ahead, But after there follows A troop of streetwalkers In wide flowered hats, Leg-of-mutton sleeves, … Continue reading →

Träumerei (Philip Larkin Poem)

In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football match, perhaps, or a pit, All moving the same way. After a while A second wall closes on our right, … Continue reading →