Latest Face

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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Latest face, so effortless 
Your great arrival at my eyes,
No one standing near could guess 
Your beauty had no home till then, 
Precious vagrant, recognise 
My look, and do not turn again.

Admirer and admired embrace 
On a useless level, where 
I contain your current grace,
You my judgment; yet to move 
Into real untidy air 
Brings no lasting attribute - 
Bargains, suffering, and love,
Not this always-planned salute.

Lies grow dark around us will 
The statue of your beauty walk?
Must I wade behind it, till 
Something's found - or is not found - 
Far too late for turning back? 
Or, if I will not shift my ground,
Is your power actual - can 
Denial of you duck and run,
Stay out of sight and double round,
Leap from the sun with mask and brand 
And murder and not understand?