How Distant
Philip Larkin
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and falling. Cattlemen, or carpenters, or keen Simply to get away From married villages before morning, Melodeons play On tiny decks past fraying cliffs of water Or late at night Sweet under the differently-swung stars, When the chance sight Of a girl doing her laundry in the steerage Ramifies endlessly. This is being young, Assumption of the startled century Like new store clothes, The huge decisions printed out by feet Inventing where they tread, The random windows conjuring a street.
Next 10 Poems
- Philip Larkin : I Have Started To Say
- Philip Larkin : I Remember, I Remember
- Philip Larkin : If Hands Could Free You, Heart
- Philip Larkin : Ignorance
- Philip Larkin : Is It For Now Or For Always
- Philip Larkin : Like The Train's Beat
- Philip Larkin : Lines On A Young Lady's Photograph Album
- Philip Larkin : Long Sight In Age
- Philip Larkin : Love Again
- Philip Larkin : Love Songs In Age
Previous 10 Poems
- Philip Larkin : Home Is So Sad
- Philip Larkin : Homage To A Government
- Philip Larkin : High Windows
- Philip Larkin : He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged
- Philip Larkin : Grief
- Philip Larkin : Going
- Philip Larkin : Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel
- Philip Larkin : For Sidney Bechet
- Philip Larkin : First Sight
- Philip Larkin : Far Out
