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I never think of poetry or the poetry scene, only separate poems written by individuals.
Philip Larkin
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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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Philip Arthur Larkin
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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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As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.
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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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I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
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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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To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober.
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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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He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.
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On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
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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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Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs: Despite the artful tensions of the calendar, The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites, The costly aversion of the eyes from death- Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.
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And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
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Still, vicious or virtuous, Love suits most of us.
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We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.
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To start at a new place is always to feel incompetent & unwanted.
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Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.
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I am beginning to think of the human imagination as a fruit machine on which victories are rare and separated by much vain expense, and represent a rare alignment of mental and spiritual qualities that normally are quite at odds.
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