Poem of the Week: An Arundel Tomb: Philip Larkin

An Arundel Tomb

 Side by side, their faces blurred
    The earl and his lady lie in stone,
    Thine for the time, their lips are sealed,
    Their hearts are pure, and the world unknown.
    In their flesh, the prince’s mark,
    The lady’s faint, remains. Their minds
    Were always next to each other’s,
    Their place far from the kingdoms’ grind.
    But time has no use for the past,
    The years stretch and grow, the world slowly calls
    Until they vanish like dust—the cast
    And fade from hand.
    But love isn’t gone. It will last.

-Philip Larkin

 

 

 

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