poet Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

#119 on top 500 poets

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  • Peter Henderson (4/15/2018 11:30:00 AM)

    Larkin is like Fritos: you can read a book of his poems but nobody can read just one. Such a tonic!

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  • Paul Geiger Paul Geiger (11/29/2014 2:32:00 PM)

    New, impressive biography out by James Booth. Reviewed in WSJ,11/28/14. Maybe Dan Reynolds should read.

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  • Dan Reynolds Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:31:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

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  • Robert Crick (6/8/2014 2:24:00 PM)

    This Be The Verse
    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another's throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don't have any kids yourself.

    Philip Larkin

    This Be The Children’s Verse
    They suss you out, your girls and boys.
    You may not know it, but they do.
    They find out all your faults and foibles
    Because they concentrate on you.

    Their eyes and ears are sharp, perceptive,
    Slicing through your best disguise.
    And if you grit your teeth and take it,
    Their advice might make you wise.

    They cannot cure your old compulsions;
    They will not stroke away the aches
    That plague your heart and grieve your bones
    But they can learn from your mistakes.


    This Be The Grandparents’ Verse
    They tuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not want to, but they do.
    They give you games and stories they had
    And make up new ones, just for you.

    And they were tucked up in their turn
    By parent figures in the past,
    Who helped them, growing up, to learn
    That pain and misery end at last.

    Your kids can comfort smaller kids.
    And get some pleasure from this chore.
    The fretful baby’s drooping eyelids
    Move our hearts to ask for more.

    Robert Crick (2008)

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  • Cody Dickerson (4/30/2013 6:54:00 PM)

    How come Larkin's poem, This Be the Verse, is not in the poem list?

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  • Chris-ann Chikane (10/4/2012 5:15:00 AM)

    I request your permission to include extract from Poemhunter: Night Music by Philip Larkin We will use subsequent editions of the above-referenced book, in all media of expression now known or later developed, and in all foreign language translations and other derivative works published or prepared by Mystar Education & Business Solutions (Pty) Ltd or its licensees, for distribution throughout the world, and also in versions made by non-profit organisations for use by blind or physically handicapped persons.

    Appropriate credit will be given on the imprint page of the book. If specific credit is required, please provide this.

    If the permission request relates to an image, please send us a high-resolution JPEG, TIFF or PDF of the image, since this will ensure the quality of the image during printing.

    Please contact me
    Kind Regards
    Chris-Ann Chikane
    +27 11 018-5007
    chrism@starschools.co.za

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  • Chris-ann Chikane (10/4/2012 4:56:00 AM)

    I request your permission to include the attached extrac from poemhunter: Title: Night-Music by Philip Larkins.We want to use this and all subsequent editions of the above-referenced book, in all media of expression now known or later developed, and in all foreign language translations and other derivative works published or prepared by Mystar Education & Business Solutions (Pty) Ltd or its licensees, for distribution throughout the world, and also in versions made by non-profit organisations for use by blind or physically handicapped persons.

    Appropriate credit will be given on the imprint page of the book. If specific credit is required, please provide this.

    If the permission request relates to an image, please send us a high-resolution JPEG, TIFF or PDF of the image, since this will ensure the quality of the image during printing.

    Kind Regards
    Chris-Ann Chikane
    chrism@starschools.co.za

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  • Marcus Clements (6/22/2012 1:38:00 PM)

    I am probably making a very silly error....I am unable to select Phillip Larkin’s poems; can anyone help?

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  • Tai Chi Italy (7/16/2011 6:44:00 PM)

    Well it wasn't mum and dad who phucked this poets poems up! It was poemshuntered down and deleted.

    Philip! if you are up there, curse them for their bad taste.

    with a smile from

    Tai, from his neck of the midland woods

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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...

Read the full of Church Going

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: