Deceptions (Philip Larkin Poem)
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- Their period for Dawn -- A Music numerous as space -- But neighboring ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap -- And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding ...
We are honored and humble and earnest to share in events which would happen although we weren't there, a trifling ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
I never asked you to be perfect-did I?- Though often I've called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love. ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
You that in vain would front the coming order With eyes that meet forlornly what they must, And only with ...
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
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