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 . . .
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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 . . .
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, . . .
In the shape of this night, in the still fall
of snow, Father
In all that is cold and tiny, these little birds . . .
The last time I saw Paul Castle
it was printed in gold on the wall
above the showers in the boys’ . . .
If I speak for the dead, I must leave
this animal of my body,
. . .
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
Who after birth didst by my side remain,
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, . . .
Think of a sheep
knitting a sweater;
think of your life . . .