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Unless there is a cache of poems secreted somewhere in Hull, which we may doubt, the poet Philip Larkin died before the man. As far as I know, his last poem was ‘Aubade’, published in The Times Literary Supplement almost a decade ago. It begins:
I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
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Hall, D. (1989). Philip Larkin, 1922–85. In: Salwak, D. (eds) Philip Larkin: The Man and his Work. Palgrave Macmillan, London. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-349-09700-5_18
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