The Whitsun Weddings (Philip Larkin Poem)
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Your dextrous wit will haunt us long Wounding our grief with yesterday. Your laughter is a broken song; And death ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
YOUR paths were all unknown to us: We were so far away from you: We mixed in thought your spirit ...
O hour of my muse: why do you leave me, Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight? Alone: what ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
Here droops the muse! while from her glowing mind, Celestial Sympathy, with humid eye, Bids the light Sylph capricious Fancy ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
What's wrong with you, with us, what's happening to us? Ah our love is a harsh cord that binds us ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, That erst with Musick, and triumphant song First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ...
Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their ...
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