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 ...
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
Legend I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the ...
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, ...
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