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Philip Larkin

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Philip Larkin
Age: 63 †
Born: 1922
Born: August 9
Died: 1985
Died: December 2
Critic
Journalist
Librarian
Music Critic
Music Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Coventry
England
UK
Philip Arthur Larkin
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I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when he's written it but a couple of weeks later. Then he should see if it pleases anyone else, by sending it to the kind of magazine he likes reading.
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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
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What are days for? Days are where we live.
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Parting is a training streamer,Lingering like leaves in autumn.
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I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
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Clearly money has something to do with life.
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SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.
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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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Still, vicious or virtuous, Love suits most of us.
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Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.
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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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Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.
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Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP
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I think that at the bottom of all art lies the impulse to preserve.
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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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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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In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
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Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back
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The breath that sharpens life is life itself.
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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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