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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
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Coventry
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One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.
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Parting is a training streamer,Lingering like leaves in autumn.
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Spring, of all seasons most gratuitous, Is fold of untaught flower, is race of water, Is earth's most multiple, excited daughter And those she has least use for see her best, Their paths grown craven and circuitous, Their visions mountain-clear, their needs immodest.
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The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
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We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.
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In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
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On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
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To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober.
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Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
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This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.
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A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: The rest is a desert full of bigots. That's what I think I'd like . . . a version of pastoral.
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The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
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One of the sadder things, I think, Is how our birthdays slowly sink: Presents and parties disappear, The cards grow fewer year by year, Till, when one reaches sixty-five, How many care we're still alive?
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Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
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The poetic impulse is distinct from ideas about things or feelings about things, though it may use these. It's more like a desire to separate a piece of one's experience & set it up on its own, an isolated object never to trouble you again, at least not for a bit. In the absence of this impulse nothing stirs.
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Still, vicious or virtuous, Love suits most of us.
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When I get sent manuscripts from aspiring poets, I do one of two things: if there is no stamped self-addressed envelope, I throw it into the bin.-If there is, I write and tell them to f**k off.
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It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.
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Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
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I think we got much better poetry when it was all regarded as sinful or subversive, and you had to hide it under the cushion when somebody came in.
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