Philip Larkin Quotes

This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise ...
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Continuing to Live."
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Lies grow dark around us: will The statue of your beauty walk?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Latest Face."
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And yet the sun pardons our voices still, And berries in the hedge Through all the nights of rain have come to the full, And death seems like long hills, a range We ride each day towards, and never reach.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Past days of gales."
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The march interrupted the light afternoon. Cars stopped dead, children began to run, As out of the street-shadow into the sun Discipline strode....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The March Past."
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My thoughts are children With uneasy faces That awake and rise Beneath running skies From buried places.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Winter."
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Thinking in terms of one Is easily done....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Counting."
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Admirer and admired embrace On a useless level, where I contain your current grace, You my judgment....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Latest Face."
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Soon, Light from a small intense lopsided moon Shows them, black as their shadows, sleeping so.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Pigeons."
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And what came back to mind Was not its previous habit, but a blind Astonishing remorse for things now ended That of themselves were also rich and splendid (But unsupported broke, and were not mended)....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The March Past."
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Yet still the miracles Exhume in each face Strong silken seed, That to the static Gold winter sun throws back Endless and cloudless pride.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Winter."
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