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Armistice Day


As we remember November 11th, 1918, take a look too at what must be some of the finest words ever written (by Philip Larkin, naturally) on the England that was lost in August, 1914, never to return. Larkin begins with haunting images of the long lines of men queuing to sign up, (“The crowns of hats,the sun/On moustached archaic faces/Grinning as if it were all/An August Bank Holiday lark”), and concludes thus: “Never such innocence/Never before or since/As changed itself to past/Without a word–the men/Leaving the gardens tidy/ The thousands of marriages/Lasting a little while longer:/Never such innocence again.”


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