Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.— Philip Larkin
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I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.
I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action
What will survive of us is love.
Sexual intercourse began in 1963 ... / Between the end of the Chatterley ban/ and the Beatles first LP
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.
Selflessness is like waiting in a hospital In a badly-fitting suit on a cold wet morning. Selfishness is like listening to good jazz With drinks for further orders and a huge fire.
One of the quainter quirks of life is that we shall never know who dies on the dame day as we do ourselves.
Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.
Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.
Many modern novels have a beginning, a muddle and an end.
Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?
I wonder love can have already set In dreams, when we've not met More times than I can number on one hand.
In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.
Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
I like spaghetti because you don't have to take your eyes off the book to pick about among it, it's all the same.
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back
Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again.
Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.
There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!
We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.
Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.
Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.
Since the majority of meRejects the majority of you,Debating ends forthwith, and weDivide.
You can't put off being young until you retire.
Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.'' Philip Larkin
All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.
As a guiding principle I believe that every poem must be its own sole freshly created universe, and therefore have no belief n 'tradition' or a common myth-kitty or casual allusions in poems to other poems or poets, which last I find unpleasantly like the talk of literary understrappers letting you see they know the right people.
The only way to eliminate unemployment is to eliminate unemployment benefits.
Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs: Despite the artful tensions of the calendar, The life insurance, the tabled fertility rites, The costly aversion of the eyes from death- Beneath it all, desire of oblivion runs.
Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm;
And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.
Sexual intercourse began in 1963 (which was rather late for me) -- Between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles first LP.
My mother, who hates thunderstorms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there....
To start at a new place is always to feel incompetent & unwanted.
A writer once said to me, If you ever go to America, go either to the East Coast or the West Coast: The rest is a desert full of bigots. That's what I think I'd like . . . a version of pastoral.
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison-- Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion.
I never think of poetry or the poetry scene, only separate poems written by individuals.
They say eyes clear with age.
I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.
... everyone young going down the long slide To happiness, endlessly.
One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.
My age fallen away like white swaddling Floats in the middle distance, becomes An inhabited cloud.
Parting is a training streamer,Lingering like leaves in autumn.
I think we got much better poetry when it was all regarded as sinful or subversive, and you had to hide it under the cushion when somebody came in.
You have to distinguish between things that seemed odd when they were new but are now quite familiar, such as Ibsen and Wagner, and things that seemed crazy when they were new and seem crazy now, like 'Finnegans Wake' and Picasso.