Philip Larkin

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

Philip Larkin Poems

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81. To Put One Brick Upon Another 1/3/2003
82. Toads 1/3/2003
83. Toads Revisited 1/3/2003
84. TrÄUmerei 1/13/2003
85. Triple Time 1/3/2003
86. Vers De SociÉTÉ 1/13/2003
87. Wants 1/3/2003
88. Water 1/3/2003
89. Wedding Wind 1/13/2003
90. Whatever Happened? 1/3/2003
91. When First We Faced, And Touching Showed 1/13/2003
92. Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night? 1/3/2003
93. Wild Oats 1/3/2003
94. Wires 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Philip Larkin

Church Going

Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut
For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff
Up at the holy end; the small neat organ;
And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,
Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take off
My cycle-clips in awkward reverence,

Move forward, run my hand around the font.
From where I stand, the roof looks almost new-
Cleaned or restored? Someone would know: I don't.
Mounting the lectern, I...

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