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 ...
Philip Larkin Poems on Light (17 Poems)
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, ...
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 ...
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, ...
Night-Music (Philip Larkin Poem)
At one the wind rose, And with it the noise Of the black poplars. Long since had the living By ...
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 ...
Deceptions (Philip Larkin Poem)
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
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 ...
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 ...
Träumerei (Philip Larkin Poem)
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
Love, We Must Part Now (Philip Larkin Poem)
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
Water (Philip Larkin Poem)
If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail ...
Ambulances (Philip Larkin Poem)
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
Toads Revisited (Philip Larkin Poem)
Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred ...
The Old Fools (Philip Larkin Poem)
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
An Arundel Tomb (Philip Larkin Poem)
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Aubade (Philip Larkin Poem)
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...