Going

Philip Larkin

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen before,
That lights no lamps.

Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees and breast
It brings no comfort.

Where has the tree gone, that locked
Earth to sky? What is under my hands,
That I cannot feel?

What loads my hand down?

Next 10 Poems

• Philip Larkin : Grief
• Philip Larkin : He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged
• Philip Larkin : High Windows
• Philip Larkin : Homage To A Government
• Philip Larkin : Home Is So Sad
• Philip Larkin : How Distant
• Philip Larkin : I Have Started To Say
• Philip Larkin : I Remember, I Remember
• Philip Larkin : If Hands Could Free You, Heart
• Philip Larkin : Ignorance

Previous 10 Poems

• Philip Larkin : Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel
• Philip Larkin : For Sidney Bechet
• Philip Larkin : First Sight
• Philip Larkin : Far Out
• Philip Larkin : Faith Healing
• Philip Larkin : Essential Beauty
• Philip Larkin : Dublinesque
• Philip Larkin : Dockery And Son
• Philip Larkin : Deceptions
• Philip Larkin : Days