The glow, back over the common, comes from the railway:
that’s the Church candle, been burning now quite a number of years:
there, that’s the light the lover flicks
as he follows the joys of consummation with the joys of a cigarette:
that light was the flash as a man shot himself:    
that’s a searchlight feeling for bombers:
there, the light appears as the squinting wife regards the fuddled husband:
these are twin headlights of a capitalist’s car:
this, the gaslight of a trodden worker who would tread:
that’s the light of a cinema:     
that’s the light of Mars that’s the moon
that’s a match.


     Alone now, in my dark room
    The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool    
    And gradually the surface quietens
    Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence.
    No questions catch the clothes
    But only as it were a spreading
    Draws all threads to their finished pattern    
    And you are pieced together bit by bit
    Set against the evening
    Lovely and glowing, like a chain of gold.

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The glow, back over the common, comes from the railway:
that’s the Church candle, been burning now quite a number of years:
there, that’s the light the lover flicks
as he follows the joys of consummation with the joys of a cigarette:
that light was the flash as a man shot himself:    
that’s a searchlight feeling for bombers:
there, the light appears as the squinting wife regards the fuddled husband:
these are twin headlights of a capitalist’s car:
this, the gaslight of a trodden worker who would tread:
that’s the light of a cinema:     
that’s the light of Mars that’s the moon
that’s a match.


     Alone now, in my dark room
    The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool    
    And gradually the surface quietens
    Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence.
    No questions catch the clothes
    But only as it were a spreading
    Draws all threads to their finished pattern    
    And you are pieced together bit by bit
    Set against the evening
    Lovely and glowing, like a chain of gold.

Philip Larkin, Collected Poems, ed. Anthony Thwaite (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1989) "

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Philip Larkin quote : (A Study in Light and Dark)
The glow, back over the common, comes from the railway:
that’s the Church candle, been burning now quite a number of years:
there, that’s the light the lover flicks
as he follows the joys of consummation with the joys of a cigarette:
that light was the flash as a man shot himself:    
that’s a searchlight feeling for bombers:
there, the light appears as the squinting wife regards the fuddled husband:
these are twin headlights of a capitalist’s car:
this, the gaslight of a trodden worker who would tread:
that’s the light of a cinema:     
that’s the light of Mars that’s the moon
that’s a match.


     Alone now, in my dark room
    The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool    
    And gradually the surface quietens
    Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence.
    No questions catch the clothes
    But only as it were a spreading
    Draws all threads to their finished pattern    
    And you are pieced together bit by bit
    Set against the evening
    Lovely and glowing, like a chain of gold.

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