Money (Philip Larkin Poem)
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had ...
Philip Larkin Poems on Sadness (4 Poems)
Ambulances (Philip Larkin Poem)
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
Home Is So Sad (Philip Larkin Poem)
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
This Be The Verse (Philip Larkin Poem)
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with ...