Tag Archives: Philip Larkin

The diary of another nobody

It’s the nature of autumn, perhaps- those barred clouds blooming in the soft-dying days (not mine, Keats), days which die noticeably earlier with every sunset now- that has got me thinking more than usual about how long I have left … Continue reading

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One half my life is not reading books

I like to consider May instead of January as the beginning of the new year because of Philip Larkin’s “Trees”: The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is … Continue reading

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The widest prairies

There was a period of time last summer when I used to carry Philip Larkin’s Collected Poems with me wherever I went. I usually travelled by tube and my journeys were just about long enough to contemplate one short poem and, … Continue reading

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