Age by Philip Larkin My age fallen away like white swad Floats in the middle distance, bec An inhabited cloud. I bend closer A lighted tenement scuttling with O you tall game I tired myself wi
Born Yesterday by Philip Larkin Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful, 6
The Spirit Wooed by Philip Larkin Once I believed in you, And then you came, Unquestionably new, as fame Had said you were. But that was l You launched no argument, 2
The Trees by Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief Is it that they are born again 1 10
High Windows by Philip Larkin When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she Taking pills or wearing a diaphrag I know this is paradise Everyone old has dreamed of all th 1
Myxomatosis by Philip Larkin Caught in the center of a soundles While hot inexplicable hours go by What trap is this? Where were its You seem to ask. I make a sharp reply,
Maturity by Philip Larkin A stationary sense... as, I suppo I shall have, till my single body Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start to feel the ba Take over, sickening and masterful
He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin When she came on, you couldn’t kee Fighting your way up through the o Tup—heavy bumpkin, you confused yo Fell in the drum —how we went ha h But once you gained her side and s
I Have Started to Say by Philip Larkin I have started to say “A quarter of a century” Or “thirty years back” About my own life. It makes me breathless
On Being Twenty-six by Philip Larkin I feared these present years, The middle twenties, When deftness disappears, And each event is Freighted with a source—encrusting 1
