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Aubade : : By Philip Larkin : I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.In time the curtain-edges will grow light.Till then I see what’s really always there:Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,Making all thought impossible but howAnd where and when I shall myself die.Arid interrogation:Continue reading “Aubade : Philip Larkin : : Morning Poems : :”