The Little Lives Of Earth And Form

Philip Larkin

The little lives of earth and form,
Of finding food, and keeping warm,
Are not like ours, and yet
A kinship lingers nonetheless:
We hanker for the homeliness
Of den, and hole, and set.

And this identity we feel
- Perhaps not right, perhaps not real -
Will link us constantly;
I see the rock, the clay, the chalk,
The flattened grass, the swaying stalk,
And it is you I see.

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• Philip Larkin : The North Ship
• Philip Larkin : The Old Fools
• Philip Larkin : The School In August
• Philip Larkin : The Spirit Wooed
• Philip Larkin : The Trees
• Philip Larkin : The Whitsun Weddings
• Philip Larkin : This Be The Verse
• Philip Larkin : This Is The First Thing
• Philip Larkin : To Failure

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