Philip Larkin Quotes

"Interesting, but futile," said his diary, Where day by day his movements were recorded And nothing but his loves received inquiry....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "A Writer."
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I dreamed of an out-thrust arm of land Where gulls blew over a wave That fell along miles of sand....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "I dreamed of an out-thrust arm of land."
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To me this decaying landscape has its uses: To make me remember, who am always inclined to forget, That there is always a changing at the root, And a real world in which time really passes.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "New Year Poem."
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By sitting dressed like this, in rooms like these, Saying I can't guess what just fancy, when They could be really drinking, or in bed....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dance."
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And the sun and the stove and the mice and the gnawed paper Made up the days and nights when I missed supper, Paring my nails, looking over the farbelow street Of tramways and bells. But one night I heard the feet.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Unfinished Poem."
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Our virtues are all social; if, Deprived of solitude, you chafe, It's clear you're not the virtuous sort.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Best Society."
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And grief stirs, and the deft Heart lies impotent.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "If grief could burn out."
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Tomorrow in the offices the year on the stamps will be altered; Tomorrow new diaries consulted, new calendars stand; With such small adjustments life will again move forward Implicating us all; and the voice of the living be heard: "It is to us that you should turn your straying attention; Us who need you, and are affected by your fortune; Us you should love and to whom you should give your word."
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "New Year Poem."
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In the slug And snarl of music, under cover of A few permitted movements, you suggest A whole consenting language....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dance."
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For (as you will guess) it was death I had in mind; Who covets our breath, who seeks and will always find; To keep out of his thought was my whole care, Yet down among sunlit courts, yes, he was there, Taking his rents....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Unfinished Poem."
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