Philip Larkin

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

Philip Larkin Poems

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1. New Eyes Each Year 1/3/2003
2. The Little Lives Of Earth And Form 1/3/2003
3. Story 1/3/2003
4. This Is The First Thing 1/3/2003
5. The Spirit Wooed 1/1/2004
6. Far Out 1/3/2003
7. Going 1/3/2003
8. Since The Majority Of Me 1/3/2003
9. No Road 1/3/2003
10. Is It For Now Or For Always 1/3/2003
11. Send No Money 1/3/2003
12. TrÄUmerei 1/13/2003
13. He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged 1/3/2003
14. Like The Train's Beat 1/3/2003
15. Sunny Prestatyn 1/3/2003
16. Triple Time 1/3/2003
17. Night Music 1/3/2003
18. Skin 1/3/2003
19. Modesties 1/3/2003
20. Long Sight In Age 1/3/2003
21. Sad Steps 1/3/2003
22. Money 1/3/2003
23. The View 3/19/2003
24. Continuing To Live 4/2/2010
25. On Being Twenty-Six 4/2/2010
26. Letter To A Friend About Girls 4/2/2010
27. If Hands Could Free You, Heart 1/3/2003
28. Autobiography At An Air-Station 4/2/2010
29. Vers De SociÉTÉ 1/13/2003
30. To Put One Brick Upon Another 1/3/2003
31. I Remember, I Remember 1/3/2003
32. Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night? 1/3/2003
33. Whatever Happened? 1/3/2003
34. Solar 1/3/2003
35. For Sidney Bechet 1/3/2003
36. Wants 1/3/2003
37. Myxomatosis 1/3/2003
38. Arrival 4/2/2010
39. First Sight 4/2/2010
40. Water 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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Toads Revisited

Walking around in the park
Should feel better than work:
The lake, the sunshine,
The grass to lie on,

Blurred playground noises
Beyond black-stockinged nurses -
Not a bad place to be.
Yet it doesn't suit me.

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