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Philip Larkin (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985 / West Midlands / England)
Poems of Philip Larkin
If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
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| 21. | For Sidney Bechet | 1/3/2003 |
| 22. | Friday Night at the Royal Station Hotel | 1/3/2003 |
| 23. | Going | 1/3/2003 |
| 24. | He Hears that His Beloved Has Become Engaged | 1/3/2003 |
| 25. | High Windows | 1/3/2003 |
| 26. | Homage to a Government | 1/3/2003 |
| 27. | Home is So Sad | 1/3/2003 |
| 28. | How Distant | 1/3/2003 |
| 29. | I Have Started to Say | 1/3/2003 |
| 30. | I Remember, I Remember | 1/3/2003 |
| 31. | If Hands Could Free You, Heart | 1/3/2003 |
| 32. | Ignorance | 1/3/2003 |
| 33. | Is It For Now Or For Always | 1/3/2003 |
| 34. | Letter To A Friend About Girls | 4/2/2010 |
| 35. | Library Ode | 1/3/2003 |
| 36. | Like the Train's Beat | 1/3/2003 |
| 37. | Lines on a Young Lady's Photograph Album | 1/3/2003 |
| 38. | Long Sight In Age | 1/3/2003 |
| 39. | Love Songs In Age | 1/3/2003 |
| 40. | Love, We Must Part Now | 1/3/2003 |
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Home is So Sad
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft
And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
