The Building (Philip Larkin Poem)
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
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