Philip Larkin

Absences Lyrics

Rain patters on a sea that tilts and sighs

Fast-running floors, collapsing into hollows

Tower suddenly, spray-haired. Contrariwise

A wave drops like a wall: another follows

Wilting and scrambling, tirelessly at play

Where there are no ships and no shallows



Above the sea, the yet more shoreless day

Riddled by wind, trails lit-up galleries:

They shift to giant ribbing, sift away



Such attics cleared of me! Such absences!