How Distant (Philip Larkin Poem)
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and ...
Philip Larkin Poems (101 Poems)
To Put One Brick Upon Another (Philip Larkin Poem)
To put one brick upon another, Add a third and then a forth, Leaves no time to wonder whether What ...
First Sight (Philip Larkin Poem)
Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but ...
Grief (Philip Larkin Poem)
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still ...
Long Sight In Age (Philip Larkin Poem)
They say eyes clear with age, As dew clarifies air To sharpen evenings, As if time put an edge Round ...
Deceptions (Philip Larkin Poem)
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
Story (Philip Larkin Poem)
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
New Eyes Each Year (Philip Larkin Poem)
New eyes each year Find old books here, And new books,too, Old eyes renew; So youth and age Like ink ...
The Building (Philip Larkin Poem)
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Far Out (Philip Larkin Poem)
Beyond the dark cartoons Are darker spaces where Small cloudy nests of stars Seem to float on air. These have ...
Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel (Philip Larkin Poem)
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
The Importance Of Elsewhere (Philip Larkin Poem)
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, ...
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 ...
Träumerei (Philip Larkin Poem)
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
Homage To A Government (Philip Larkin Poem)
Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home For lack of money, and it is all right. Places ...
Wild Oats (Philip Larkin Poem)
About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in ...
Nothing To Be Said (Philip Larkin Poem)
For nations vague as weed, For nomads among stones, Small-statured cross-faced tribes And cobble-close families In mill-towns on dark mornings ...
The Mower (Philip Larkin Poem)
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the ...
The North Ship (Philip Larkin Poem)
Legend I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the ...
No Road (Philip Larkin Poem)
Since we agreed to let the road between us Fall to disuse, And bricked our gates up, planted trees to ...
Essential Beauty (Philip Larkin Poem)
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
Faith Healing (Philip Larkin Poem)
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged (Philip Larkin Poem)
For C.G.B. When she came on, you couldn't keep your seat; Fighting your way up through the orchestra, Tup-heavy bumpkin, ...
Dockery And Son (Philip Larkin Poem)
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
Cut Grass (Philip Larkin Poem)
Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white ...
For Sidney Bechet (Philip Larkin Poem)
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
Money (Philip Larkin Poem)
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had ...
Wedding Wind (Philip Larkin Poem)
The wind blew all my wedding-day, And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind; And a stable door ...
Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken it seems ...