Philip Larkin

(9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985 / West Midlands / England)

Poems of Philip Larkin

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
1. A Study Of Reading Habits 4/2/2010
2. Ambulances 4/2/2010
3. An Arundel Tomb 4/2/2010
4. Annus Mirabilis 4/2/2010
5. Arrival 4/2/2010
6. At Grass 4/2/2010
7. Aubade 4/2/2010
8. Autobiography At An Air-Station 4/2/2010
9. Best Society 4/2/2010
10. Church Going 4/2/2010
11. Continuing To Live 4/2/2010
12. Cut Grass 4/2/2010
13. Days 4/2/2010
14. Deceptions 4/2/2010
15. Dockery And Son 4/2/2010
16. Dublinesque 4/2/2010
17. Essential Beauty 4/2/2010
18. Faith Healing 1/3/2003
19. Far Out 1/3/2003
20. First Sight 4/2/2010

Home is So Sad

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. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:

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