“This was your place of birth, this daytime palace”

Philip Larkin - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)
“This was your place of birth, this daytime palace”
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This was your place of birth, this daytime palace This miracle of glass, whose every hall This light as music fills, and on your face Shines petal-soft; sunbeams are prodigal To show you pausing at a picture's edge To puzzle out the name, or with a hand Resting a second on a random page -- The clouds cast moving shadows on the land. Are you prepared for what the night will bring? The stranger who will never show his face, But asks admittance; will you greet your doom As final; set him loaves and wine; knowing The game is finished when he plays his ace, And overturn the table and go into the next room?
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- Philip Larkin