Like The Train’s Beat (Philip Larkin Poems)
Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and ...
Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and ...
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
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