Philip Larkin

Philip Arthur Larkin foi um poeta inglês. Seu primeiro livro de poesia, The North Ship, foi publicado em 1945.

1922-08-09 Coventry, Reino Unido
1985-12-02 Kingston upon Hull, Reino Unido
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I work all day, and get half-drunk at night

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 whats really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse

-- The good not done, the love not givenn, time

Torn off unused -- nor wretchedly because

An only life can take so long to climb

Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;

But the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid

No trick dispels. Religion used to try,

That vast moth-eaten musical brocade

Created to pretend we never die,

And specious stuff that says No rational being

Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing

That this is what we fear -- no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,

A small unfocused blur, a standing chill

That slows each impulse down to indecision.

Most things may never happen: this one will,

And realisation of its rages out

In furnace-fear when we are caught without

People or drink. Courage is no good:

It means not scaring others. Being brave

Lets no one off the grave.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.

It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,

Have always known, know that we cant escape,

Yet cant accept. One side will have to go.

Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring

In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring

Intricate rented world beings to rouse.

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.

Work has to be done.

Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Philip Larkin: Love and Death in Hull
Revisiting Philip Larkin
1964: Philip LARKIN and John BETJEMAN on Poetry | Monitor | Classic arts interview | BBC Archive
Sad Steps by Philip Larkin
This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin (read by Larkin)
This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin
The South Bank Show: Philip Larkin
PHILIP LARKIN “why I write poetry”—20th century English literature, contexts, & writing style
Philip Larkin - brief introduction
Aubade read by Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin, Bookmark
Political Correctness: Robert Bly and Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin and the Third Woman
The Whitsun Weddings by Philip Larkin, read by Alan Bennett
Philip Larkin - 'The Whitsun Weddings' (1964)
Philip Larkin reading his poem "High Windows."
Josephine Hart Poetry Hour: the Poetry of Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin reading his poem "Church Going."
Philip Larkin
Here - Philip Larkin
Without Walls: J'accuse Philip Larkin
The Mower by Philip Larkin (read by Tom Hiddleston)
Philip Larkin reading "Going Going"
Dylan Thomas, Philip Larkin, Ted Hughes | E@6 Videopedia | TES | Kalyani Vallath | NTA NET, K SET
Letters To Monica
"The Old Fools" by Philip Larkin (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
An analysis of 'Church Going' by Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin, Monitor, Down Cemetery Road
Philip Larkin reads “An Arundel Tomb” = Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie
The Sunday Sessions by Philip Larkin
Zoe Wanamaker 'This Be The Verse' by Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin "This Be The Verse" - "They f*** you up, your mum and dad" Poem animation
"Afternoons" poem by Philip Larkin READ BY POET HIMSELF
PHILIP LARKIN reads "Aubade"
"Aubade" by Philip Larkin (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Philip Larkin reading his poem "MCMXIV."
Philip Larkin - The Bicycle-clip Misanthropist.
Jill by Philip Larkin
Mr Bleaney - Philip Larkin - The Whitsun Weddings
Philip Larkin "The Trees" READ BY POET HIMSELF = Larkin is my favorite poet of post-WWII England
"Days" by Philip Larkin (read by Susan Sarandon)
Wild Oats by Philip Larkin (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Poetry In Motion: Philip Larkin
Talking In Bed - Philip Larkin - The Whitsun Weddings
Mae Quotes Poet Philip Larkin, "They f*ck you up, your mum and dad..." (Ted Lasso)
"Church Going" by Philip Larkin (read by the poet--lovely) Christopher Hitchens cites this
Poetry: "The Mower" by Philip Larkin read by Tom Hiddleston (12/01)
Next, Please | Poem by Philip Larkin | Explanation
"Toads" by Philip Larkin (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Poetry Please - Philip Larkin

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