Talking in Bed par Philip Larkin Talking in bed ought to be easiest Lying together there goes back so An emblem of two people being hone Yet more and more time passes sile Outside the wind’s incomplete unre 2
Next, Please par Philip Larkin Always too eager for the future, w Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; e Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, cl 1 1
Love, We Must Part Now par Philip Larkin Love, we must part now: do not let Calamitious and bitter. In the pa There has been too much moonlight Let us have done with it: for now Never has sun more boldly paced th
Autobiography at an Air-Station par Philip Larkin Delay, well, travellers must expec Delay. For how long? No one seems With all the luggage weighed, the It can’t be long... We amble too Sit in steel chairs, buy cigarette
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
Vers de Société par Philip Larkin Day comes to an end. The gas fire breathes, the trees a Funny how hard it is to be alone. I could spend half my evenings, if Holding a glass of washing sherry,
The Whitsun Weddings par Philip Larkin That Whitsun, I was late getting Not till about One—twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three—quarters—empty train All windows down, all cushions hot
Water par Philip Larkin If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording 1 5
Grief par Philip Larkin If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still as a veil
Lines on a Young Lady's Photograph Album par Philip Larkin At last you yielded up the album, Once open, sent me distracted. Al Matt and glossy on the thick black Too much confectionery, too rich: I choke on such nutritious images.
