Poetic Openings : Philip Larkin to Philip Larkin

Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Mother, Summer, I : First Line : My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Mr Bleaney : First Line : This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Myxomatosis : First Line : Caught in the center of a soundless field
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : New Eyes Each Year : First Line : New eyes each year
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Next, Please : First Line : Always too eager for the future, we

Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Night-music : First Line : At one the wind rose,
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : No Road : First Line : Since we agreed to let the road between us
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Nothing To Be Said : First Line : For nations vague as weed,
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Poetry Of Departures : First Line : Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand,
Poet : Philip Larkin : Poem : Reasons For Attendance : First Line : The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative,

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