Philip Larkin

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

Philip Larkin Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
41. On Being Twenty-six 4/2/2010
42. Nothing to Be Said 1/3/2003
43. No Road 1/3/2003
44. Night Music 1/3/2003
45. Next Please 1/3/2003
46. New Eyes Each Year 1/3/2003
47. Myxomatosis 1/3/2003
48. Mr Bleaney 1/13/2003
49. Mother, Summer, I 1/3/2003
50. Money 1/3/2003
51. Modesties 1/3/2003
52. MCMXIV 1/3/2003
53. Maturity 1/3/2003
54. Maiden Name 1/3/2003
55. Love, We Must Part Now 1/3/2003
56. Love Songs In Age 1/3/2003
57. Long Sight In Age 1/3/2003
58. Lines on a Young Lady's Photograph Album 1/3/2003
59. Like the Train's Beat 1/3/2003
60. Library Ode 1/3/2003

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:

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