Philip Larkin

1922-1985 / Male / English
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AmbulancesClosed like confessionals, they thread / Loud noons of cities, giving back / None of the glances they absorb.
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An Arundel TombSide by side, their faces blurred, / The earl and countess lie in stone, / Their proper habits vaguely shown
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Annus Mirabilis****** *********** began / In nineteen sixty-three / (which was rather late for me) -
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At GrassThe eye can hardly pick them out / From the cold shade they shelter in, / Till wind distresses tail and main;
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AubadeI work all day, and get half-drunk at night. / Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. / In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
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Autobiography At An Air-StationDelay, well, travellers must expect / Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. / With all the luggage weighed, the tickets checked,
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Best SocietyWhen I was a child, I thought, / Casually, that solitude / Never needed to be sought.
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Church GoingOnce I am sure there's nothing going on / I step inside, letting the door thud shut. / Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
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Continuing To LiveContinuing to live - that is, repeat / A habit formed to get necessaries - / Is nearly always losing, or going without.
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Cut GrassCut grass lies frail: / Brief is the breath / Mown stalks exhale.
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