Story (Philip Larkin Poem)
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by ...
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path ...
The deliberate inversion of the standard order whom Christ defined as blessed, happy cursed, shunned now in society Shocking us ...
So easy to say things that will hurt to cut down when we should lift up to judge to quickly, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap -- And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two ...
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. hen two ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two ...
It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. hen two ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
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