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 There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet When it is drawn up over the knees and breast It brings no comfort.
Where has the tree gone, that locked Earth to sky? What is under my hands, That I cannot feel? What loads my hand down?

by Philip Larkin
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