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Philip Larkin - Nothing To Be SaidPhilip Larkin - Nothing To Be Said
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For nations vague as weed, For nomads among stones, Small-statured cross-faced tribes And cobble-close families In mill-towns on dark mornings Life is slow dying. So are their separate ways Of building, benediction, Measuring love and money Ways of slowly dying. The day spent hunting pig Or holding a garden-party, Hours giving evidence Or birth, advance On death equally slowly. And saying so to some Means nothing; others it leaves Nothing to be said.
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