Grief (Philip Larkin Poem)
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still ...
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is ...
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