Best Society (Philip Larkin Poem)
When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, ...
When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge." And he answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets ...
A journey, in Advent waiting, but hoping knowing so much of how the story unfolds A journey, in Advent coming ...
A message in the words chosen the way the story unfolds the journey, the dusty road the stranger, awareness coming ...
Seeing the sunlight, moving into the labyrinth rising through the paces leading to the cross a vision of the yard ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
WHILE virgin Spring by Eden's flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; Come, with the magic of ...
O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate ...
"To see my love suffices me." --Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms ...
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