Arrival (Philip Larkin Poem)
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns ...
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