The Importance of Elsewhere by Philip Larkin Lonely in Ireland, since it was n Strangeness made sense. The salt Insisting so on difference, made m Once that was recognised, we were Their draughty streets, end—on to 1
Maiden Name by Philip Larkin Marrying left yor maiden name disu Its five light sounds no longer me Your voice, and all your variants For since you were so thankfully c By law with someone else, you cann
Letter to a Friend about Girls by Philip Larkin After comparing lives with you for I see how I’ve been losing: all t I’ve met a different gauge of girl Grant that, and all the rest makes My mortification at your pushovers
Spring by Philip Larkin Green-shadowed people sit, or walk Their children finger the awakened Calmly a cloud stands, calmly a bi And, flashing like a dangled-looki Sun lights the balls that bounce, 1
Deceptions by Philip Larkin Even so distant, I can taste the Bitter and sharp with stalks, he m The sun’s occasional print, the br Worry of wheels along the street o Where bridal London bows the othe 1
Going, Going by Philip Larkin I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f Where the village louts could clim Such trees as were not cut down; 4 11
Essential Beauty by Philip Larkin In frames as large as rooms that f And block the ends of streets with Screen graves with custard, cover Of motor—oil and cuts of salmon, s Perpetually these sharply—pictured
Going by Philip Larkin There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at a distance, yet When it is drawn up over the knees
The Sunday Sessions: MCMXIV (1914) by Philip Larkin Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun
Story by Philip Larkin Tired of a landscape known too wel The deliberate shallow hills, the Flying past rocks; tired of rememb The village children and their nau He abandoned his small holding and