Arrival (Philip Larkin Poem)
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Son of the old Moon-mountains African! Chief of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from ...
It has happened suddenly, by surprise, in an arbor, or while drinking good coffee, after speaking, or before, that I ...
I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until ...
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
The Lightning is a yellow Fork From Tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropt The awful Cutlery Of mansions ...
No Man can compass a Despair -- As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The ...
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of ...
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye -- Of Territory -- Color -- Circumference -- Decay -- Its Amber ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
Stripped you're beginning to float free up through the smoke of brushfires and incinerators the unleafed branches won't hold you ...
Fellow Citizens of Dundee. I now must bid farewell to ye. For I am going to London far away. But ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or greeting, Hands that I helped or hands that helped me? ...
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