Toads (Philip Larkin Poem)
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And ...
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And ...
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is ...
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 ...
When I see a couple of kids And guess he's fucking her and she's Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, ...
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with ...
Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) - Between the end of the Chatterley ban ...
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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