Philip Larkin Quotes

Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Best Society."
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If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal, The heart would rest quiet....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "If grief could burn out."
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For sometimes it is shown to me in dreams The Eden that all wish to recreate Out of their living, from their favourite times; The miraculous play where all their dead take part, Once more articulate....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "New Year Poem."
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For now we take the floor Quite unremarked-on, and I feel once more That silent beckoning from you verify All I remember weaker, but Something in me starts toppling.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dance."
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Virtue is social. Are, then, these routines Playing at goodness, like going to church? Something that bores us, something we don't do well (Asking that ass about his fool research) But try to feel, because, however, crudely, It shows us what should be?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Vers de Société."
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Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Born Yesterday."
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If hands could you free you, heart, Where would you fly?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "If hands could free you, heart."
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Any memory for the most part depending on chance.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "New Year Poem."
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Professional colleagues do Assemble socially, are entertained....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dance."
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My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You'd care to join us? In a pig's arse, friend.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Vers de Société."
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