Is It For Now Or For Always (Philip Larkin Poem)
Is it for now or for always, The world hangs on a stalk? Is it a trick or a trysting-place, ...
Is it for now or for always, The world hangs on a stalk? Is it a trick or a trysting-place, ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
Jesus there on the shoreline the crowd pressing trying ever, to get closer to him Going out, onto the waters ...
The mornings burst into my room sharing the sunrise the waking of the world the cacophony of day shining into ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
Harkenings of memories and moments to come. Summer leads to fall Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find. An Unreality ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
If ever I am old, and all alone, I shall have killed one grief, at any rate; For then, thank ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets ...
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