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''The walking of girls' vulnerable feet,
The heart in its own endless silence kneeling.''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Climbing the hill within the deafening wind."
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For the first time I'm content to see
What poor mortar and bricks
I have to build with, knowing that I can
Never in seventy years be more a man
Than now a sack of meal upon two sti...
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "I see a girl dragged by the wrists."
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''All I remember is
The horseman, the moonlit hedges
The hoofbeats shut suddenly in the yard....''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Nursery Tale."
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''... for the motives of acts
Are rarely the same
As their name, as their name....''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The house on the edge of the serious wood."
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''The wind blew all my wedding-day,
And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind....''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Wedding-Wind."
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Come then to prayers
And kneel upon the stone,
For we have tried
All courages on these despairs,
And are required lastly to give up pride,
And the last difficult pride in bein...
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Come then to prayers."
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''If I can keep against all argument
Such image of a snow-white unicorn,
Then as I pray it may for sanctuary
Descend at last to me,
And put into my hand its golden horn.''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "I see a girl dragged by the wrists."
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''Remember then our only shape is death
When mask and face are nailed apart at last.
Range-finding laughter, and ambush of tears,
Machine-gun practice on the heart's desires....''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "Observation."
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''Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "The Importance of Elsewhere."
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''Although glad for the grain, we are
Aware of the husk.
And winter closes on us like a shroud.''
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Philip Larkin (1922-1986), British poet. "We see the spring breaking across rough stone."
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