Is It for Now Or for Always, di Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

Is It for Now Or for Always

Is it for now or for always,

The world hangs on a stalk?

Is it a trick or a trysting—place,

The woods we have found to walk?

Is it a mirage or miracle,

Your lips that lift at mine:

And the suns like a juggler’s juggling—balls,

Are they a sham or a sign?

Shine out, my sudden angel,

Break fear with breast and brow,

I take you now and for always,

For always is always now.

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