Philip Larkin – MADHU MALTI

Pigeons : Philip Larkin : : Bird Poems : :

PIGEONS : : By Philip Larkin ( 1922 – 1985 ) On shallow slates the pigeons shift together,Backing against a thin rain from the westBlown across each sunk head and settled feather.Huddling round the warm stack suits them best,Till winter daylight weakens, and they growHardly defined against the brickwork. Soon,Light from a small intense lopsidedContinue reading “Pigeons : Philip Larkin : : Bird Poems : :”

Afternoons : Philip Larkin : : Afternoon Poems : :

Afternoons: : By Philip Larkin : : Summer is fading:The leaves fall in ones and twosFrom trees borderingThe new recreation ground.In the hollows of afternoonsYoung mothers assembleAt swing and sandpitSetting free their children. 8 Behind them, at intervals,Stand husbands in skilled trades,An estateful of washing,And the albums, letteredOur Wedding, lyingNear the television:Before them, the windIsContinue reading “Afternoons : Philip Larkin : : Afternoon Poems : :”

Aubade : Philip Larkin : : Morning Poems : :

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 : :”

The School in August : Philip Larkin : : School Poems : :

“The School In August” Written in 1943 , A School Poem , By Philip Larkin is about a School. The School In August : : By Philip Larkin : : The cloakroom pegs are empty now,And locked the classroom door,The hollow desks are lined with dust,And slow across the floorA sunbeam creeps between the chairsTillContinue reading “The School in August : Philip Larkin : : School Poems : :”

First Sight : Philip Larkin : : Winter Poems : :

First Sight : : By Philip Larkin : : : : Lambs that learn to walk in snow 1 When their bleating clouds the airMeet a vast unwelcome, knowNothing but a sunless glare. 4 Newly stumbling to and froAll they find, outside the fold,Is a wretched width of cold. 7 As they wait beside theContinue reading “First Sight : Philip Larkin : : Winter Poems : :”