Philip Larkin

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

Philip Larkin Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
1. Aubade 4/2/2010
2. Church Going 4/2/2010
3. Faith Healing 1/3/2003
4. Far Out 1/3/2003
5. High Windows 1/3/2003
6. The Old Fools 1/3/2003
7. An Arundel Tomb 4/2/2010
8. Home is So Sad 1/3/2003
9. Talking In Bed 1/3/2003
10. The Whitsun Weddings 1/3/2003
11. Ignorance 1/3/2003
12. Ambulances 4/2/2010
13. For Sidney Bechet 1/3/2003
14. Deceptions 4/2/2010
15. At Grass 4/2/2010
16. Going 1/3/2003
17. Cut Grass 4/2/2010
18. Annus Mirabilis 4/2/2010
19. Library Ode 1/3/2003
20. Poetry of Departures 1/3/2003

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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