Sad Steps par Philip Larkin Groping back to bed after a piss I part thick curtains, and am star The rapid clouds, the moon’s clean Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed garde Under a cavernous, a wind-picked s 1
The Mower par Philip Larkin The mower stalled, twice; kneeling A hedgehog jammed up against the b Killed. It had been in the long g I had seen it before, and even fed Now I had mauled its unobtrusive 1
Money par Philip Larkin Quarterly, is it, money reproaches ‘Why do you let me lie here wastef I am all you never had of goods an You could get them still by writin So I look at others, what they do
Going par 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
Annus Mirabilis par Philip Larkin Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty—three (which was rather late for me) — Between the end of the Chatterley And the Beatles’ first LP. 2
The North Ship par Philip Larkin I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the morning s And one was rigged for a long jour The first ship turned towards the
Church Going par Philip Larkin Once I am sure there’s nothing go I step inside, letting the door th Another church: matting, seats, an And little books; sprawlings of fl For Sunday, brownish now; some br 1
Wild Oats par Philip Larkin About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked— A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I could t Faces in those days sparked
Since the Majority of Me par Philip Larkin Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forwith, and we Divide. And sure of what to do We disinfect new blocks of days
Wedding Wind par Philip Larkin The wind blew all my wedding—day, And my wedding—night was the night And a stable door was banging, aga That he must go and shut it, leavi Stupid in candlelight, hearing rai