Philip Larkin Quotes

Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Breadfruit."
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And yet spend all our life on imprecisions, That when we start to die Have no idea why.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Ignorance."
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And in their blazing solitude The stars sang in their sockets through the night: "Blow bright, blow bright The coal of this unquickened world."
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Night-—usic."
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And if she were to admit The world weaved by her feet Is leafless, is incomplete?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dancer."
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Turning, I kissed her, Easily for sheer joy tipping the balance of love.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair."
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Such uncorrected visions end in church Or registrar: A mortgaged semi- with a silver birch; Nippers; the widowed mum; having to scheme With money; illness; age.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Breadfruit."
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Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to qualify or so I feel....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Ignorance."
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Long sibilant-muscled trees Were lifting up, the black poplars.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Night-—usic."
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Some must employ the scythe Upon the grasses, That the walks be smooth For the feet of the angel.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Dedicated."
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Are you jealous of her? Will you refuse to come till I have sent Her terribly away, importantly live Part invalid, part baby, and part saint?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair."
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