I wonder love can have already set In dreams, when we've not met More times than I can number on one hand. — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Selflessness is like waiting in a hospital In a badly-fitting suit on a cold wet morning. Selfishness is like listening to good… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
What you did, any of us might. And saying so I see our difference: Not your aplomb (I used mine to sit… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“How hard it is, to be forced to the conclusion that people should be, nine tenths of the time, left alone! -… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
“Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitous and bitter. In the past There has been too much moonlight… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her backA huge and birdless silence. In her wakeNo waters breed or break. — Philip Larkin Copy Share
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,… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
Life is first boredom, then fear. Whether or not we use it, it goes, And leaves what something hidden from us chose, age, and… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“It never worked for me. Something to do with violence A long way back, and wrong rewards, And arrogant eternity.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share
Seriously, I think it is a grave fault in life that so much time is wasted in social matters, because it not only takes… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the same day as we do ourselves.” — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“I sit in my room like Miss Havisham, about whom I have been reading this week. Better the Dickens you know than the Dickens… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“When I throw back my head and howl People (women mostly) say But you've always done what you want, You always get your way… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
“Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And… — Philip Larkin Copy Share
