Philip Larkin Quotes

For this ignorance of me Seems a kind of innocence. Fast enough I shall wound it....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Arrival."
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Through open doors, the dining-room declares A larger loneliness of knives and glass And silence laid like carpet.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Friday Night in the Royal Station Hotel."
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Then is it scentless, weightless, strengthless, wholly Untruthful? Try whispering it slowly. No, it means you. Or, since you're past and gone, It means what we feel now about you then: How beautiful you were, and near, and young....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Maiden Name."
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There's more than just animals: Bead-stalls, balloon-men, a Bank; a beer-marquee that Half-screens a canvas Gents; a tent selling tweed, And another, jackets.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Show Saturday."
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Will you greet your doom As final; set him loaves and wine; knowing The game is finished when he plays his ace, And overturn the table and go into the next room?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "This was your place of birth, this daytime palace."
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Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky all day. I land to stay here....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Arrival."
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The headed paper, made for writing home (If home existed) letters of exile: Now Night comes on. Waves fold behind villages.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Friday Night in the Royal Station Hotel."
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Since you were so thankfully confused By law with someone else, you cannot be Semantically the same as that young beauty: It was of her that these two words were used.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Maiden Name."
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Back now to autumn, leaving the ended husk Of summer that brought them here for Show Saturday The men with hunters, dog-breeding wool-defined women, Children all saddle-swank, mugfaced middleaged wives Glaring at jellies, husbands on leave from the garden Watchful as weasels, car-tuning curt-haired sons Back now, all of them, to their local lives....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Show Saturday."
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Time in his little cinema of the heart Giving a première to Hate and Pain; And Space urbanely keeping us apart.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Time and Space were only their disguises."
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