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 ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
When I watch the living meet And the moving pageant file Warm and breathing through the street Where I lodge ...
My faithful friend, if you can see The fruit to grow up, or the tree; If you can see the ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
Ain't no use as I can see In sittin' underneath a tree An' growlin' that your luck is bad, An' ...
Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?" And he answered: You delight in laying down laws, Yet ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the ...
When a woman looks up at you with a twist about her eyes, And her brows are half uplifted in ...
As due by many titles I resign My self to Thee, O God; first I was made By Thee, and ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
(Judges, vi.25) Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, ...
O God, in the dream the terrible horse began To paw at the air, and make for me with his ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
More than a catbird hates a cat, Or a criminal hates a clue, Or the Axis hates the United States, ...
Outside the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No servile little fear shall daunt my will This morning. I have courage steeled to say I will be lazy, ...
Iron growing in the dark, it dreams all night long and will not work. A flower that hates God, a ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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