Autobiography At An Air-Station (Philip Larkin Poem)
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him -- The Grave is ...
Endanger it, and the Demand Of tickets for a sigh Amazes the Humility Of Credibility -- Recover it to Nature ...
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The ...
In London City I evade For charming Burlington Arcade - For thee in youth I met a maid By name ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
Walking swiftly with a dreadful duchess, He smiled too briefly, his face was pale as sand, He jumped into a ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
There's a dashin' sort of boy Which they call his Party's Joy, And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; And ...
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
Somewhere at some time They committed themselves to me And so, I was! Small, but I WAS! Tiny, in shape ...
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