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Philip Larkin, from "Be my Valentine this Monday", The Complete Poems [ID in ALT]
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apoemaday · 19 days
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The Winter Palace
by Philip Larkin
Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century Losing what I had learnt at university.
And refusing to take in what had happened since. Now I know none of the names in the public prints,
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know. My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
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havingapoemwithyou · 1 month
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coming by Philip Larkin
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wastemanjohn · 8 months
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spn // philip larkin - this be the verse
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oyvinja · 5 months
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"Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off."
Philip Larkin
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pinnithin-writes · 3 months
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weirdchristmas · 10 months
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Happy Father's Day!
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dabiconcordia · 1 month
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 “I have no enemies. But my friends don’t like me.” — Philip Larkin
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a new year, to begin again | charles leclerc
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apoemaday · 2 months
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"Come then to prayers"
by Philip Larkin
Come then to prayers And kneel upon the stone, For we have tried All courages on these despairs, And are required lastly to give up pride, And the last difficult pride in being humble.
Draw down the window-frame That we may be unparted from the darkness Inviting to the house Air from a field, air from a salt grave, That questions if we have Concealed no flaw in this confessional, And, being satisfied, Lingers, and troubles, and is lightless, And so grows darker, as if clapped on a flame, Whose great extinguishing still makes it tremble.
Only our hearts go beating towards the east. Out of this darkness, let the unmeasured sword Rising from sleep to execute our crown Rest on our shoulders, as we then can rest On the outdistancing, all-capable flood Whose brim touches the morning. Down The long shadows where undriven the dawn Hunts light into nobility, arouse us noble.
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nobrashfestivity · 3 months
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Talking in Bed by Philip Larkin
Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, And dark towns heap up on the horizon. None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why At this unique distance from isolation It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.
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juliansummerhayes · 1 year
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“Poetry is nobody’s business except the poet’s, and everybody else can fuck off.” ― Philip Larkin
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finalgirlguy · 1 year
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An Arundel Tomb, Philip Larkin / As Consciousness Is Harnessed to the Flesh, Susan Sontag / Backwards, Warsan Shire / Radio Silence, Alice Oseman / Witch Burning, Sylvia Plath
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"They fuck you up, your mum and dad."
Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!
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april-is · 9 days
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April 10, 2024: The Winter Palace, Philip Larkin
The Winter Palace Philip Larkin
Most people know more as they get older: I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century Losing what I had learnt at university.
And refusing to take in what had happened since. Now I know none of the names in the public prints,
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know. My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
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Also by Philip Larkin: + This Be The Verse + The Trees, Philip Larkin + Aubade, Philip Larkin
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quotespile · 1 year
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Originality is being different from oneself, not others.
Philip Larkin, Letters to Monica
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