Philip Larkin

(9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985 / West Midlands / England)

Philip Larkin Poems

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41. Maiden Name 1/3/2003
42. Maturity 1/3/2003
43. Mcmxiv 1/3/2003
44. Modesties 1/3/2003
45. Money 1/3/2003
46. Mother, Summer, I 1/3/2003
47. Mr Bleaney 1/13/2003
48. Myxomatosis 1/3/2003
49. New Eyes Each Year 1/3/2003
50. Next Please 1/3/2003
51. Night Music 1/3/2003
52. No Road 1/3/2003
53. Nothing To Be Said 1/3/2003
54. On Being Twenty-Six 4/2/2010
55. Poetry Of Departures 1/3/2003
56. Reasons For Attendance 1/3/2003
57. Sad Steps 1/3/2003
58. Send No Money 1/3/2003
59. Since The Majority Of Me 1/3/2003
60. Skin 1/3/2003
61. Solar 1/3/2003
62. Story 1/3/2003
63. Sunny Prestatyn 1/3/2003
64. Take One Home For The Kiddies 1/3/2003
65. Talking In Bed 1/3/2003
66. The Building 1/3/2003
67. The Explosion 1/3/2003
68. The Importance Of Elsewhere 1/3/2003
69. The Little Lives Of Earth And Form 1/3/2003
70. The Mower 1/3/2003
71. The North Ship 1/3/2003
72. The Old Fools 1/3/2003
73. The School In August 1/3/2003
74. The Spirit Wooed 1/1/2004
75. The Trees 1/3/2003
76. The View 3/19/2003
77. The Whitsun Weddings 1/3/2003
78. This Is The First Thing 1/3/2003
79. To Failure 1/3/2003
80. To My Wife 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Philip Larkin

Aubade

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to ...

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Wild Oats

About twenty years ago
Two girls came in where I worked -
A bosomy English rose
And her friend in specs I could talk to.
Faces in those days sparked
The whole shooting-match off, and I doubt
If ever one had like hers:
But it was the friend I took out,

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