Philip Larkin Poems

The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind;
And a stable door was banging, again and again,
That he must go and shut it, leaving me
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Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
For lack of money, and it is all right.
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
We want the money for ourselves at home
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I feared these present years,
The middle twenties,
When deftness disappears,
And each event is
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When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
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Light spreads darkly downwards from the high
Clusters of lights over empty chairs
That face each other, coloured differently.
Through open doors, the dining-room declares
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For nations vague as weed,
For nomads among stones,
Small-statured cross-faced tribes
And cobble-close families
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Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
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Marrying left your maiden name disused.
Its five light sounds no longer mean your face,
Your voice, and all your variants of grace;
For since you were so thankfully confused
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Coming up England by a different line
For once, early in the cold new year,
We stopped, and, watching men with number plates
Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,
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Always too eager for the future, we
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; every day
Till then we say,
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