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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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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
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Coventry
England
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I don't think I write well - just better than anyone else.
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Give me a thrill, says the reader, Give me a kick I don't care how you succeed, or What subject you pick.
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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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I am awakened each dawn Increasingly to fear.
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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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Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.
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In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
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Many famous feet have trod Sublunary paths, and famous hands have weighed The strength they have against the strength they need And famous lips interrogated God Concerning franchise in eternity.
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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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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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Any memory for the most part depending on chance.
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He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.
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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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Living in England has no such excuse: These are my customs and establishments.
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The difficult part of love Is being selfish enough.
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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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Life is first boredom, then fear.
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The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
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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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