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Philip Larkin, 1922–85

  • Donald Hall

Abstract

Unless there is a cache of poems secreted somewhere in Hull, which we may doubt, the poet Philip Larkin died before the man. As far as I know, his last poem was ‘Aubade’, published in The Times Literary Supplement almost a decade ago. It begins:

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 what’s really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Keywords

English Verse Religious Feeling Imitative Gesture Good Painter English Poet 
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© Dale Salwak 1989

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  • Donald Hall

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