Philip Larkin Quotes

Gull, grass and girl In air, earth and bed Join the long whirl Of all the resurrected....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "All catches alight."
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... his voice and hands, Within whose warm spring rain of loving care Each dwells some twenty seconds. Now, dear child, What's wrong, the deep American voice demands, And, scarcely pausing, goes into a prayer Directing God about this eye, that knee.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Faith Healing."
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Death will be such another thing, All we have done not mattering.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Local snivels through the fields, The."
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Surely, to think the lion's share Of happiness is found by couples sheer Inaccuracy, as far as I'm concerned. What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell (Art, if you like) whose individual sound Insists I too am individual.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Reasons for Attendance."
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Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. (First published 1959). "The Savage Seventh," Required Writing (1984).
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All catches alight At the spread of spring: Birds crazed with flight Branches that fling Leaves up to the light
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "All catches alight."
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In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Faith Healing."
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This long last childhood Nothing provides for. What can it do each day But hunt that imminent door Through which all that understood Has hidden away?
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Long Last."
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Truly, though our element is time, We are not suited to the long perspectives Open at each instant of our lives.
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Reference Back."
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The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are dimmed with dust....
Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The School in August."
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