Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back Philip Larkin More Quotes by Philip Larkin More Quotes From Philip Larkin Spring, of all seasons most gratuitous, Philip Larkin daughter flower spring Clearly money has something to do with life. Philip Larkin money ... everyone young going down the long slide Philip Larkin slides freedom long To put one brick upon another, Philip Larkin bricks work add The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere. Philip Larkin pain moon blow Most things may never happen: this one will. Philip Larkin happens may Still, vicious or virtuous, Philip Larkin vicious suits love The difficult part of love Philip Larkin selfish enough love Walk with the dead Philip Larkin fear-of-death walks death The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. Philip Larkin grief tree years No one can tear your thread out of himself. Philip Larkin freedom ties self Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again. Philip Larkin garden men past I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day. Philip Larkin if-i-could china mind And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless. Philip Larkin glasses air blue On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. Philip Larkin voice should fall I am not sure, once a poet has found out what has been written already, and how it was written - once, in short, he has learnt his trade - that he should bother with literature at all. Poetry is not like surgery, a technique that can be copied. Every operation the poet performs is unique, and need never be done again. Philip Larkin technique unique needs I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when he's written it but a couple of weeks later. Then he should see if it pleases anyone else, by sending it to the kind of magazine he likes reading. Philip Larkin couple reading thinking In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love. Philip Larkin loving-others sleep Joy Philip Larkin simple feels joy Living in England has no such excuse: Philip Larkin excuse england home
