Mother, Summer, I (Philip Larkin Poem)
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
(EDWARD VII.) 1910 Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear? ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
a nearby field provides the plants sometimes with a wild profusion (organisation seems a long way off) it takes an ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Calling in the media staging illusion attempting to shape the news creating a false truth No such thing as peace ...
Cringing in watching the lies of the sons the madness of the father washing off on them A stage for ...
The people admonished afraid of the truth mocking the word of God wanting only pablum to feel good, happy ignoring ...
Through the eyes of a believer someone righteous before God and yet still struggling to understand pain in the world ...
For some reason, some greater purpose people walk into our lives for a moment, a season, for our lives sharing ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place -- Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace -- Retreating up, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado, The confession I made I resume-what I said to you ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
Tindari, I know you mild between broad hills, overhanging the waters of the god's sweet islands. Today, you confront me ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
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