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Living in England has no such excuse: These are my customs and establishments.
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
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Coventry
England
UK
Philip Arthur Larkin
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My age fallen away like white swaddling Floats in the middle distance, becomes An inhabited cloud.
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Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.
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Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.
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I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
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In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
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He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.
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Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.
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All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.
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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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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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The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.
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