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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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This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.
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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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SEX is designed for people who like overcoming obstacles.
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Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.
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To write you must be warm, fed, loved and sober.
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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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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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On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
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Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
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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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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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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
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... everyone young going down the long slide To happiness, endlessly.
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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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There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!
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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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I am awakened each dawn Increasingly to fear.
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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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