Poet
Philip Larkin
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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