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Self’s the Man by Philip Larkin

Oh, no one can deny That Arnold is less selfish than I. He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she’s there all day, And the money he gets for wasting his life on work She takes as … Continue reading

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Supremacy by Edwin Arlington Robinson

There is a drear and lonely tract of hell From all the common gloom removed afar: A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are, Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell. I walked among them and I knew … Continue reading

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I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the … Continue reading

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After the Diagnosis by Christian Wiman

No remembering now when the apple sapling was blown almost out of the ground. No telling how, with all the other trees around, it alone was struck. It must have been luck, he thought for years, so close to the … Continue reading

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Loneliness by Sir John Betjeman

The last year’s leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps beyond the deepest reach The Easter bells enlarge the sky. O ordered metal clatter-clang! Is yours the song the angels sang? You … Continue reading

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The Black Cottage by Robert Frost

We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass, The little cottage we were speaking of, A front … Continue reading

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Friday Morning by Sydney Carter

It was on a Friday morning that they took me from the cell and I saw they had a carpenter to crucify as well. You can blame it on to Pilate, you can blame it on the Jews, You can … Continue reading

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