Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?

Portrait of Philip Larkin
Philip Larkin 1922–1985

Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window.

So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: - Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.

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