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 ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
there are eyes that refuse to exist in the fresh air - they are invented by the lies of paint ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty And Love is worth a full century of glory Given by the ...
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Reverend sir, forgive this pair of sinners. Spring winds to-day are blowing in wild eddies, driving dust and dead leaves ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
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