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"An Arundel Tomb" is a poem by Philip Larkin, written and published in 1956, and subsequently included in his 1964 collection The Whitsun Weddings. It describes the poet's response to seeing a pair of recumbent medieval tomb effigies with their hands joined in Chichester Cathedral .
The Whitsun Weddings is a collection of 32 poems by Philip Larkin. It was first published by Faber in the United Kingdom on 28 February 1964. It was a commercial success, by the standards of poetry publication, with the first 4,000 copies being sold within two months. A United States edition appeared some seven months later.
Sir Andrew Motion FRSL (born 26 October 1952) is an English poet, novelist, and biographer, who was Poet Laureate from 1999 to 2009. During the period of his laureateship, Motion founded the Poetry Archive, an online resource of poems and audio recordings of poets reading their own work.
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Collected Poems 1988: An Arundel Tomb: 1956-02-20: The Whitsun Weddings: And now the leaves suddenly lose strength... 1961-11-03: Collected Poems 1988: And the wave sings because it is moving... 1946-09-14: Collected Poems 1988: Annus Mirabilis: 1967-06-16: High Windows: Ape Experiment Room: 1965-02-24: Collected Poems 1988: Arrival: 1950 (best ...
The poem was originally written in 1947 by the non-Native author Elliott Arnold in his Western novel Blood Brother. The novel features Apache culture, but the poem itself is an invention of the author's, and is not based on any traditions of the Apache , Cherokee or any other Native American culture. [ 3 ]
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"The Broken Ring" Within a watered valley A mill turns night and day; And there my love was dwelling Before she went away. A little ring she gave me, A pledge to bind her heart; But since her troth she's broken, My ring has come apart. I fain would go as minstrel And wander far away, And earn my bread by singing My songs from day to day.