A Lark

 

A few of my favorite images excerpted from the Collected Poems of Philip
Larkin.

Going

Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to the sky?

 

To a Very Slow Air

The cloven hills are kneeling
the sun such an anointment

 

I am washed upon a rock

A lonely cloud drifts in the sky.
I dread its indecision.

 

Deceptions

Your mind lay open like a drawer of knifes

 

No Road

To watch that world come up like a cold sun

Next, Please

A huge and birdless silence

Home is so Sad

That vase.

If grief could burn out

Heart lies impotent

 

 

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