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Poetry of Departures Philip Larkin (1922-1985) Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound Certain you approve This audacious, purifying, Elemental move. . . . He walked out on the whole crowd Leaves me flushed and stirred, Like Then she undid her dress Or Take that you bastard; Surely I can, if he did? And that helps me stay Sober and industrious But I'd go today, . . . (1955) [Return]