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Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

Water

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
 
Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;
 
My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,
 
And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.

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