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 ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
sam swill took a pill went blue ate stew had pains no brains sucked a date too late swallowed stone ...
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
Looking out, over the sink of dishes Out onto the alley, the stories Walking by my view Wondering who the ...
It was black, 3-speed, bought with paper route money and it had a banana seat. How proud I was of ...
When I saw him, it made me think of him the hat and coat I had seen, the hat I ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
ALL of us play our very best game- Any other time. Golf or billiards, it's all the same- Any other ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
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