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Sad Steps : : BY PHILIP LARKIN ( ) Groping back to bed after a pissI part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness. Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There’s something laughable about this, The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow LooselyContinue reading “Sad Steps : Philip Larkin : : Moon Poems : :”