Philip Larkin Quotes

I needs must turn To know what prints I leave, whether of feet, Or spoor of pads, or a bird's adept splay.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Age."
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Dying smokers sense Walking towards them through some dappled park As if on water that unfocused she No match lit up, nor drag ever brought near....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Essential Beauty."
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Lit shelved liners Grope like mad worlds westward.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Livings."
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Walk with the dead For fear of death.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Pour away that youth."
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Nor will the love, gay as any leaf, Assuage his anguish. And the lions laugh.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "There is no language of destruction."
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My age fallen away like white swaddling Floats in the middle distance, becomes An inhabited cloud.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Age."
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In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen graves with custard, cover slums with praise Of motor-oil and cuts of salmon, shine Perpetually these sharply-pictured groves Of how life should be.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Essential Beauty."
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The wine heats temper and complexion: Oath-enforced assertions fly On rheumy fevers, resurrection, Regicide and rabbit pie.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Livings."
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Therefore I stay outside, Believing this; and they maul to and fro, Believing that; and both are satisfied, If no one has misjudged himself. Or lied.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Reasons for Attendance."
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And no word can be spoken of which the sense Does not accuse and contradict at once.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "There is no language of destruction."
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