Mcmxiv
Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;
And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds,
The farthings and sovereigns,
And dark-clothed children at play
Called after kings and queens,
The tin advertisements
For cocoa and twist, and the pubs
Wide open all day;
And the countryside not caring
The place-names all hazed over
With flowering grasses, and fields
Shadowing Domesday lines
Under wheats' restless silence;
The differently-dressed servants
With tiny rooms in huge houses,
The dust behind limousines;
Never such innocence,
Never before or since,
As changed itself to past
Without a word—the men
Leaving the gardens tidy,
The thousands of marriages
Lasting a little while longer:
Never such innocence again.
Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)
[See also: KL & FN]
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Veterans Day posts:
Armistice Day
Wartime Soldier, Wartime Child
"The same war continues . . . "
94 Years Ago Today
Flanders Fields ~ What Have We Learned?
War Horse
Point of Balance
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Instead of Poppies
Veterans Eve
Martinmas
Pale Battalions
A Form of Madness
An Undying Hate of War
Angel of the Hills
Drummer Hodge
Winging Wildly
Never Again Such Innocence
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Day of the Dead ~ 2009
Uncle Samuel
Too Soon For Snow
JSL's Side of the Story


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