Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that s — Philip Larkin, High Windows
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Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:The sun-comprehending glass,And beyond it, the deep blue air, that showsNothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

— Philip Larkin, High Windows
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