Poems by Philip Larkin
Breadfruit
... This makes them join (the boys) the tennis club, ...
Maiden Name
... Or, since your past and gone, It means what we feel now about you then: ...
Is It For Now Or For Always
... And the suns like a juggler's juggling-balls, ...
Triple Time
... An air lambent with adult enterprise,And on another day will be the past, ...
This Is The First Thing
... Time is the echo of an axe ...
Modesties
... Are too shy. Thoughts that shuffle round like pence ...
Like The Train's Beat
... Flash past the windows of her foreign talk ...
Waiting For Breakfast, While She Brushed Her Hair
... Misjudgment: for the stones slept, and the mist ...
Träumerei
... By now We have ceased walking and travel ...
When First We Faced
... When first we faced, and touching showed ...
Library Ode
... Find old books here, ...
On Being Twenty-six
... Of burnt-out childhood proves that I was right ...
As Bad as a Mile
... Striking the basket, skidding across the floor, ...
