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 ...
My wife and I have asked a crowd of crapsTo come and waste their time and ours: perhapsYou'd care to ...
That the mountains are hap-hazard strewn;That the valleys sink but by a whim;That the songs of all the birds areBut ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
'ARF a pint for me, old party -- thank'ee, mister -- 'ere's yer 'ealth --'Opes y'll live to be a ...
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me;He has no settled scheme or plan ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
As Head of the Division of Provision for RevisionWas a man of prompt decision--Morton Quirk.Ph.D. in Calisthenics, P. D. Q. ...
They may be duds or they may be drones, Or legislators heaven-sent;But the A.L.P. for all atones When it gets ...
Messieurs, le Dieu des peintres: We felt odd:'Twas Rubens, sculptured. A mean florid churchWas the next thing we saw,-from vane ...
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You'd ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
Gray words on the page, drawing me in To your spell May I use you, argue with you Make my ...
Slide, fall into the realm the inky stillness after restless days Wake, fitfully Scraps of memory or Technicolor show Prescience ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
When looking back I dimly see The trails my feet have trod, Some hand divine, it seems to me, Has ...
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