The Old Fools by Philip Larkin What do they think has happened, t To make them like this? Do they s It’s more grown-up when your mouth And you keep on pissing yourself, Who called this morning? Or that, 1
If Hands Could Free You, Heart by Philip Larkin If hands could free you, heart, Where would you fly? Far, beyond every part Of earth this running sky Makes desolate? Would you cross 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
The School in August by Philip Larkin The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with du And slow across the floor A sunbeam creeps between the chair 1
This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their t 3 1
‘Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair’ by Philip Larkin Waiting for breakfast, while she b I looked down at the empty hotel y Once meant for coaches. Cobblesto But sent no light back to the load Sunk as it was with mist down to t
Toads Revisited by Philip Larkin Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises
Like the Train's Beat by Philip Larkin Like the train’s beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corn The swinging and narrowing sun Lights her eyelashes, shapes
The Little Lives of Earth and Form by Philip Larkin The little lives of earth and form Of finding food, and keeping warm, Are not like ours, and yet A kinship lingers nonetheless: We hanker for the homeliness
To the Sea by Philip Larkin To step over the low wall that div Road from concrete walk above the Brings sharply back something know The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho 8