Poems by Philip Larkin
The Old Fools
... This is why they giveAn air of baffled absence, trying to be there ...
Continuing To Live
... But to confess,On that green evening when our death begins, ...
The School In August
... The hollow desks are lined with dust, ...
Maturity
... Then I shall start to feel the backward pull ...
Next, Please
... Refusing to make haste!Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks ...
Ambulances
... As it is carried in and stowed,And sense the solving emptiness ...
The Explosion
... We shall see them face to face--plain as lettering in the chapels ...
When First We Faced, And Touching Showed
... When first we faced, and touching showed ...
Toads Revisited
... Hare-eyed clerks with the jitters,Waxed-fleshed out-patients ...
Lines On A Young Lady's Photograph Album
... Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards,But shows a cat as disinclined, and shades ...
Love Songs In Age
... She found them, looking for something else, and stood Relearning how each frank submissive chord ...
Best Society
... It's clear you're not the virtuous sort ...
Water
... A furious devout drench,And I should raise in the east ...
At Grass
... To inlay faded, classic Junes -Silks at the start: against the sky ...
Mother, Summer, I
... Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-born ...
