Church Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
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I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
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I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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