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First Sight

Lambs that learn to walk in

When their bleating clouds the

Meet a vast unwelcome,

Nothing but a sunless glare.

Newly stumbling to and

All they find, outside the fold,

Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe,

Her fleeces wetly caked, there

Hidden round them, waiting too,

Earth's immeasureable surprise.

They could not grasp it if they knew,

What so soon will wake and

Utterly unlike the snow.

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Philip Larkin

Philip Arthur Larkin (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985) was an English poet, novelist, and librarian. His first book of poetry, The North Ship, w…

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