Triple Time (Philip Larkin Poem)
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, ...
If any God should say, "I will restore The world her yesterday Whole as before My Judgment blasted it"--who would ...
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between -- thy ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see ...
Failing to recognize to honor our commitment the obligation of society at the base of the social contract The governed ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
'Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's ...
WOULDST thou be free? I think it not, indeed; But if thou wouldst, attend this simple rede: When quite contented ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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