monday verse: an arundel tomb

Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd— The little dogs under their feet. from An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin The heatwave that we've been enduring the past few weeks has had … Continue reading monday verse: an arundel tomb

monday verse: when I am dead, my dearest

  When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel … Continue reading monday verse: when I am dead, my dearest