Poems by Philip Larkin
Born Yesterday by Philip Larkin
March 19, 2012
Most of all, may you be safe, may the spaces around you that I can’t touch be filled with my love, and may you go to sleep every night believing there’s always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the […]
I Have Started to Say by Philip Larkin
August 24, 2011
"All that's left to happen / Is some deaths (my own included)." – Philip Larkin
Days by Philip Larkin
April 20, 2011
"Days are where we live. / They come, they wake us / Time and time over." — Philip Larkin
High Windows by Philip Larkin
March 30, 2011
"Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: / The sun-comprehending glass," — Philip Larkin
The Old Fools by Philip Larkin
February 24, 2011
"Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms / Inside your head, and people in them, acting" — Philip Larkin
This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin
January 11, 2011
"They fill you with the faults they had / And add some extra, just for you." — Philip Larkin
A Writer by Philip Larkin
January 1, 2011
"He knew, of course, no actions were rewarded, / There were no prizes" — Philip Larkin
Morning At Last: There in the Snow by Philip Larkin
November 22, 2010
"What morning woke to will remain / Whether as happiness or pain." — Philip Larkin
Poetry Of Departures by Philip Larkin
January 4, 2009
“He chucked up everything / And just cleared off,” — Philip Larkin
Home is So Sad by Philip Larkin
November 16, 2005
"Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped in the comfort of the last to go" — Philip Larkin
Talking in Bed by Philip Larkin
November 10, 2005
"Outside the wind's incomplete unrest / builds and disperses clouds about the sky." — Philip Larkin






