Quote by: Philip Larkin

Caught in the center of a soundless field While hot inexplicable hours go by What trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed? You seem to ask. I make a sharp reply, Then clean my stick. I'm glad I can't explain Just in what jaws you were to suppurate: You may have thought things would come right again If you could only keep quite still and wait.


Share this:  

Author Bio


  • NamePhilip Larkin
  • DescriptionPoet, Novelist, Jazz critic, Librarian
  • BornAugust 9, 1922
  • DiedDecember 2, 1985
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionJournalist; Poet; Librarian; Novelist; Writer
  • AwardsCommander Of The Order Of The British Empire; Cholmondeley Award; Queen's Gold Medal For Poetry