Vers De Soci (Philip Larkin Poems)
My wife and I have asked a crowd of crapsTo come and waste their time and ours: perhapsYou'd care to ...
My wife and I have asked a crowd of crapsTo come and waste their time and ours: perhapsYou'd care to ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood. (Philip Larkin)
Once I believed in you, And then you came, Unquestionably new, as fame Had said you were. But that was ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go. ...
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You'd ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Since we agreed to let the road between us Fall to disuse, And bricked our gates up, planted trees to ...
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the ...
You do not come dramatically, with dragons That rear up with my life between their paws And dash me butchered ...
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny ...
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
Closed like confessionals, they thread Loud noons of cities, giving back None of the glances they absorb. Light glossy grey, ...
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
Continuing to live -- that is, repeat A habit formed to get necessaries -- Is nearly always losing, or going ...
A stationary sense... as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
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