Larkin Poems - Poems about Larkin

To Midlander Phillip Larkin modernity was always a sin So influential in his time with continuity his constant 'rime'...

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Abide by Michael R. Burch after Philip Larkin's "Aubade" It is hard to understand or accept mortality— such an alien concept: not to be. Perhaps unsettling enough to spawn religion, or to scare mutant fish out of a primordial sea boiling like goopy green tea in a kettle. Perhaps a man should exhibit more mettle than to admit such fear, denying Nirvana exists simply because...

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They eff you up, your Mum and Dad, At least that's what we're told, All your Dad's genes are hand-me-downs, Your anger, spawn of old, It's not your fault you can't fly straight, it's not your fault you fail. I'll blame it on my Ma and Pa, It's the reason I travail, I've got no money - oh screw you Mum! - Why...

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The rain. Unrelenting. Cats and dogs. The dreary architecture of the souless grey-brown urban landscape worthy of the matchstick man fella But. Hopeful. The smokers hunched by the bookies, beside the battlecruiser. Handy. A cosy camaraderie with a common denominator No judgement; but wonder or at least inquisitiveness I envy them; I'm not of their clan They are the self determined...

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Maybe the old toad was right, There really is nothing to be said As a magpie picks its way along Crumbling bricks which do little to conceal Barracks demolished without a fight. What once was alive is now dead, Memories echoing like the last chord of a song Beautiful resonance before they congeal Revealing the uncomfortable truth that One day it will be us. Every...

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