Apollo
We pull off
to a road shack
in Massachusetts . . .
We pull off
to a road shack
in Massachusetts . . .
We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day, . . .
Side by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London, . . .
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight . . .
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
. . .
Side by sideSide by side To see a recent photograph of this tomb of the Earl and Countess of Arundel that Larkin is describing, click here. , their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habitshabits Clothes vaguely shown . . .
Elm branches radiate green heat,
blackbirds stiffly strut across fields.
Beneath bedroom wood floor, I feel earth— . . .
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's . . .
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Is this writing mine
Whose name is this . . .
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge
The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath
An embassy. Their numbers as he watched, . . .