Suspended lion face <br />Spilling at the centre <br />Of an unfurnished sky <br />How still you stand, <br />And how unaided <br />Single stalkless flower <br />You pour unrecompensed. <br /> <br />The eye sees you <br />Simplified by distance <br />Into an origin, <br />Your petalled head of flames <br />Continuously exploding. <br />Heat is the echo of your <br />Gold. <br /> <br />Coined there among <br />Lonely horizontals <br />You exist openly. <br />Our needs hourly <br />Climb and return like angels. <br />Unclosing like a hand, <br />You give for ever.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solar/
