Dublinesque (Philip Larkin Poem)
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
For C.G.B. When she came on, you couldn't keep your seat; Fighting your way up through the orchestra, Tup-heavy bumpkin, ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he's taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
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