Aubade (Philip Larkin Poem)
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the ...
The mica in the granite quartz, rosy or clear jagged shards of beauty drawing my eyes to come near The ...
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ...
This poem has a door, a locked door, and curtains drawn against the day, but at night the lights come ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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