To My Wife (Philip Larkin Poem)
Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan The future was, in which temptingly spread All that elaborative nature can. Matchless ...
Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan The future was, in which temptingly spread All that elaborative nature can. Matchless ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Holding her hands looking into her eyes peace washing over them as she entered paradise Words of love exchanged in ...
Not knowing him well enough unable to call him irascible, a fire in his belly, certainly gregarious in the smile ...
I noticed her standing there, leaning into his ear, to share a little secret focused on their conversation, from afar ...
(In the Crowd) On the Road to Emmaus three walked, deep in conversation animated words exchanged as they walked along ...
Walking carefully onto the stone bridge snow and ice on the path We stood together in our finery our three ...
My phone ringing, too early for work a quick call, bringing a smile to my face My wife, calling to ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the ...
O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
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