Continuing to live — that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries —
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.
This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise —
Ah, if the game were poker, yes,
You might discard them, draw a full house!
But it’s chess.
And once you have walked the length of your mind, what
You command is clear as a lading-list.
Anything else must not, for you, be thought
To exist.
And what’s the profit? Only that, in time,
We half-identify the blind impress
All our behavings bear, may trace it home.
But to confess,
On that green evening when our death begins,
Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,
Since it applied only to one man once,
And that one dying.
End of the poem
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- Alicante Lullaby by Sylvia Plath
- Ruth by William Wordsworth
- Scars on Paper by Marilyn Hacker
- Follies of War by Michael Levy
- Love Song poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Dark Cavalier by Margaret Widdemer
- In A Garden by Sara Teasdale
- Village Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Farewell To Florida by Wallace Stevens
- On Presenting to a Lady a White Rose and a Red on the Tenth of June by William Somervile
- In Memory Of Alfred Pollexfen by William Butler Yeats
- Алексей Толстой – Темнота и туман застилают мне путь
- A Prayer in the Prospect of Death by Robert Burns
- An Indian Summer Day on the Prarie by Vachel Lindsay
- Peaceful Battles by Shekhar Srinivasan
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.