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He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.

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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
Critic
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Music Critic
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Novelist
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Coventry
England
UK
Philip Arthur Larkin
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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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Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.
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You can look out of your life like a train & see what you're heading for, but you can't stop the train.
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What are days for? Days are where we live.
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Life and literature is a question of what one thrills to, and further than that no man shall ever go without putting his foot in a turd.
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Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
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Joy Is for the simple or the great to feel, Neither of which we are.
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Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison-- Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion.
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The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
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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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It is fatal to decide, intellectually, what good poetry is because you are then in honour bound to try to write it, instead of the poems that only you can write.
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To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober.
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In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
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One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.
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Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
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I am awakened each dawn Increasingly to fear.
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Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
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But, o, photography! as no art is,Faithful and disappointing! That recordsDull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,And will not censor blemishes,Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards
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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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Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.
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