Poet

Philip Larkin

99 poems in the collection

Ambulances Closed like confessionals, they thread An Arundel Tomb Side by side, their faces blurred, Annus Mirabilis Sexual intercourse began Arrival Morning, a glass door, flashes A Study of Reading Habits When getting my nose in a book At Grass The eye can hardly pick them out Aubade I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Autobiography at an Air-Station Delay, well, travellers must expect Best Society When I was a child, I thought, Breadfruit Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Church Going Once I am sure there's nothing going on Continuing to Live Continuing to live -- that is, repeat Cut Grass Cut grass lies frail: Days What are days for? Deceptions "Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain Dockery and Son 'Dockery was junior to you, Dublinesque Down stucco sidestreets, Essential Beauty In frames as large as rooms that face all ways Faith Healing Slowly the women file to where he stands Far Out Beyond the dark cartoons First Sight Lambs that learn to walk in snow For Sidney Bechet That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Friday Night at the Royal Station Hotel Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Going There is an evening coming in He Hears that His Beloved Has Become Engaged For C.G.B. High Windows When I see a couple of kids Homage to a Government Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home Home is So Sad Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, How Distant How distant, the departure of young men If Hands Could Free You, Heart If hands could free you, heart, Ignorance Strange to know nothing, never to be sure I Have Started to Say I have started to say I Remember, I Remember Coming up England by a different line Is It For Now Or For Always Is it for now or for always, Library Ode New eyes each year Like the Train's Beat Like the train's beat Lines on a Young Lady's Photograph Album At last you yielded up the album, which Long Sight In Age They say eyes clear with age, Love Again Love again: wanking at ten past three Love Songs In Age She kept her songs, they kept so little space, Love, We Must Part Now Love, we must part now: do not let it be Maiden Name Marrying left your maiden name disused. Maturity A stationary sense... as, I suppose, Mcmxiv Those long uneven lines Modesties Words as plain as hen-birds' wings Money Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: Mother, Summer, I My mother, who hates thunder storms, Mr Bleaney 'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed Mr. Bleaney 'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed Myxomatosis Caught in the center of a soundless field New Eyes Each Year New eyes each year Next, Please Always too eager for the future, we Night Music At one the wind rose, Night-Music At one the wind rose, No Road Since we agreed to let the road between us Nothing to Be Said For nations vague as weed, Poetry of Departures Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, Reasons for Attendance The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative, Sad Steps Groping back to bed after a piss Send No Money Standing under the fobbed Since the Majority of Me Since the majority of me Skin Obedient daily dress, Solar Suspended lion face Story Tired of a landscape known too well when young: Sunny Prestatyn Come to Sunny Prestatyn Take One Home For the Kiddies On shallow straw, in shadeless glass, Talking In Bed Talking in bed ought to be easiest, The Building Higher than the handsomest hotel The Explosion On the day of the explosion The Importance of Elsewhere Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, The Little Lives of Earth and Form The little lives of earth and form, The Mower The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found The North Ship I saw three ships go sailing by, The Old Fools What do they think has happened, the old fools, The School in August The cloakroom pegs are empty now, The Spirit Wooed Once I believed in you, The Trees The trees are coming into leaf The Whitsun Weddings That Whitsun, I was late getting away: This be the Verse They fuck you up, your mum and dad. This Is the First Thing This is the first thing Toads Why should I let the toad work Toads Revisited Walking around in the park To Failure You do not come dramatically, with dragons To My Wife Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan To Put One Brick Upon Another To put one brick upon another, Träumerei In this dream that dogs me I am part Träumerei In this dream that dogs me I am part Triple Time This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, Vers De Société My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps Vers De Société My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps Wants Beyond all this, the wish to be alone: Water If I were called in Wedding Wind The wind blew all my wedding-day, Whatever Happened? At once whatever happened starts receding. When First We Faced When first we faced, and touching showed When First We Faced, And Touching Showed When first we faced, and touching showed Why Did I Dream of You Last Night? Why did I dream of you last night? Wild Oats About twenty years ago Wires The widest prairies have electric fences,

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