Philip Larkin Quotes

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (Which was rather late for me)— Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the Beatles' first LP.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. (Written June 16, 1967). Annus Mirabilis, st. 1, High Windows (1974).
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On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. My Crescent City Is where your speech alone is understood.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "For Sidney Bechet."
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Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitous and bitter.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Love, we must part now."
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Standing under the fobbed Impendent belly of Time Tell me the truth, I said, Teach me the way things go.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Send No Money."
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They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. (Written April 1971). This Be The Verse, st. 1, High Windows (1974). In a letter, June 6, 1982, published in Selected Letters (1992), Larkin complained of the notoriety of this poem, which "will clearly be my 'Lake Isle of Innisfree.' I fully expect to hear it recited by a thousand Girl Guides before I die."
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Uneasy shifting resumes As sterilisers steam And the routine begins again Of putting questions to flesh That no one would think to ask But a Ph.D. with a beard....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Ape Experiment Room."
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Stands the Spring! heralded by its bright-clothed Trumpeters, of bough and bush and branch; Pale Winter draws away his white hands, loathed, And creeps, a leper, to the cave of time.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Fragment from May."
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There is regret. Always, there is regret. But it is better that our lives unloose, As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light, Break from an estuary with their courses set, And waving part, and waving drop from sight.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Love, we must part now."
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The long high tent of growing and making, wired-off Wood tables past which crowds shuffle, eyeing the scrubbed spaced Extrusions of earth....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Show Saturday."
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This was your place of birth, this daytime palace, This miracle of glass....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "This was your place of birth, this daytime palace."
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