Poems by Philip Larkin
The Whitsun Weddings
... The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochres thatMarked off the girls unreally from the rest ...
Church Going
... Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky,A shape less recognizable each week, ...
The Trees
... Yet still the unresting castles thresh ...
Love Again
... Isolate rather this elementThat spreads through other lives like a tree ...
Sad Steps
... There's something laughable about this,The way the moon dashes through the clouds that blow ...
An Arundel Tomb
... Rigidly theyPersisted, linked, through lengths and breadths ...
A Study Of Reading Habits
... Get stewed: Books are a load of crap ...
Toads
... That dreams are made on:For something sufficiently toad-like ...
Mr Bleaney
... ' Bed, upright chair, sixty-watt bulb, no hookBehind the door, no room for books or bags - ...
To My Wife
... And sent the tease-birds from the bushes flapping ...
Poetry Of Departures
... But I'd go today,Yes, swagger the nut-strewn roads, ...
Talking In Bed
... At this unique distance from isolationIt becomes still more difficult to find ...
Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?
... Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light ...
Home Is So Sad
... A joyous shot at how things ought to be, ...
Days
... Brings the priest and the doctor ...
