Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.
 
So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
—Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.

  • 1
  • 1
  •  
  •  
Login to comment...

Liked or faved by...

Chactas
Email

Other works by Philip Larkin...

Some poets who follow Philip Larkin...

Robert Thomas Halliwell Alex G Malak Alrashed Jessalyn M Jonathan De Oliveira Yun