Grief (Philip Larkin Poem)
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still ...
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still ...
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear. On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets ...
(For Aline) Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
To disappear enhances -- The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant ...
She hideth Her the last -- And is the first, to rise -- Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing ...
One Anguish -- in a Crowd -- A Minor thing -- it sounds -- And yet, unto the single Doe ...
"Nature" is what we see -- The Hill -- the Afternoon -- Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee -- ...
It was too late for Man -- But early, yet, for God -- Creation -- impotent to help -- But ...
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors ...
The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some -- The Face that makes the Morning ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
I LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain ...
The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. ...
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