Living and being educated in Chichester gives me the opportunity to give this poem a much more eerie ring when you listen to it with headphones on, sitting in front of the Earl and Countess themselves...
02.13 barely subdued half burp. Either that or he's swallowing a bit of biscuit. I can picture it. The Master of Form with a packet of Rich Tea. I wonder who would win a fight. Mr McVitie or Mr Larkin. Mmm.
i think that the sturdiness and perseverance of love can be represented by the iambic pentameter being conveyed throughout even during the break up in structure in the fifth stanza which represents the weathering of the stone tomb and of love itself - agree???
It's not sarcastic, the last line states a universal truth: we are energy when matter dies and that energy is love, light. There is light at the centre of our DNA, we are beings of light that the ancients always knew and quantum physics can now measure a photon travelling from our sun (via other suns) all the way along our meridien lines. Larkin was a sad man brought up in a silent and loveless home, his parents hardly spoke and this affected his own ability to be passionate.
I don't think the poem is necessarily about love though. The tomb was created for the couple to show their importance and power, not as a loving gesture. It's just our 20th century judgments that assume that it is a romantic token. The couple are stuck in the stone there, who knows if they want to be there or not.
Not romantic love - eternal love, of which we are all made, that energy, light, as I stated. I was referring to the final line in isolation which neatly summarises the philosophy I've had for over 40 years. The line was also quoted at a friend's funeral which was very apt.
But it's an ALMOST instinct, ALMOST true - in other words, it's so close to what we want, but it's not really true. It's just a judgement we presume the Earl and Countess shared, a notion which would have seemed unimportant against the preservation of their name and which may be utterly insignificant in the future.
We are, however, allowed to make a judgement on the poem - about whether love is only an almost truth or if, indeed, it will endure. I quite like that leniancy which Larkin offers the reader.
im well lucky. i live right near chichester cathedral iv seen this tomb. they are in fact holding hands. and larkins poem is engraved on a plaque next to it.
That pause...before "is love"... He so wishes to believe it; you can hear it in his voice. But there's no escaping the reality that "Time has transfigured them into / Untruth" and that the idea of love's endurance is only an "attitude".
One of my faves, though I think I like 'Love Songs in Age' the most.
This poem is a wonderful meditation on the passage of Time and the mystery of existence, and our brief appearance in it... Incidentally, this is the first time I've heard Larkin's voice and for some reason it's deeper and more 'posh' than I expected.
Yes, it's not quite the voice you'd imagine for Mr. Larkin of Hull- and sundry diversions. But I did read in a book of tributes to Larkin that he had a very pleasing voice. There's an American poet, Alan Dugan who, roughly like Larkin, made an art of the miserable and the pessimistic. But I heard Dugan read- and he sounded like his poems.
This is a wonderful meditation. What is that poem of his in which he wakes and looks at the moon- one of his later classics, I believe.
Well, I had to look it up, it's "Sad Steps" - and it begins with the wonderfully down to earth, "Groping back to bed after a piss..."! LOL - the man had a sense of humour.
Thanks so much. He did have a sense of humor. And he is, for all his loneliness, rooted in the landscape and culture in which he lives. There is no philosophical posing, though the poems don't lack for a kind of wisdom.
always feel with Larkin that there was a damaged romantic straining to break out of the curmudgeonly armour he wore; makes his poems-especially this one-uniquely touching. Better than Aubade, there is hope here and a hint of a faith that he obviusly couldn't quite bring himself to wholeheartedly endorse.
That's a very good observation, about the hidden, damaged romanticism. On the surface a dull, disillusioned, solitary Brit, underneath a hesitant seeker of love and diviner of human truth.
jb1833, for your information: my earlier comment "Wilfred Owen, if I remember correctly" was a reply to the earlier comment "Bent double like old beggars under sacks" (I suggest you go look the comment up). Unfortunately, the reply didn't attach to the comment - in the same way that yours hasn't. Good grief! Did you HONESTLY think I was referring to this poem - that plainly states that it's Philip Larkin - and features Larkin himself reading his own poem?????
andrewshere - very sorry, i thought you were replying to the 'what's the poem about???' queestion. Of course didn't think you were confusing the poet, just the subject. You're absolutely right as well, the line you mention is from Wilfred Owen's 'Dulce et Decorum Est'. Sorry again, though you can see the non-attached posts don't help matters.
Living and being educated in Chichester gives me the opportunity to give this poem a much more eerie ring when you listen to it with headphones on, sitting in front of the Earl and Countess themselves...
ktpa2 1 year ago
02.13 barely subdued half burp. Either that or he's swallowing a bit of biscuit. I can picture it. The Master of Form with a packet of Rich Tea. I wonder who would win a fight. Mr McVitie or Mr Larkin. Mmm.
I'm not allowed biscuits.
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alsonross 1 year ago
i love larkin in this as he is, for once, seemingly optiimistic. for once it's not about fucking
TheMrplayitsafe 1 year ago
Actually it's trochaic tetrameter not iambic pentameter.
jgilonis 2 years ago
@jgilonis No, it's iambic tetrameter; it just happens that the first line is headless.
Palimbacchius 1 year ago
why would i get a grip? This is A-level work
foxmiUK 2 years ago
An excellent piece of poetry.
daveboiz118 2 years ago
i think that the sturdiness and perseverance of love can be represented by the iambic pentameter being conveyed throughout even during the break up in structure in the fifth stanza which represents the weathering of the stone tomb and of love itself - agree???
foxmiUK 2 years ago 2
get a grip of yourself
teamcrumb 2 years ago
"What will survive of us is love."
I love that line.
mike3127 2 years ago
i live in arundel =)
darkslash67 3 years ago
Larkin is quite simply, amazing.
832486426 3 years ago
One of my favourites too. The construction alone has me in complete awe. History is bunk - almost.
PoetLina 3 years ago
It's not sarcastic, the last line states a universal truth: we are energy when matter dies and that energy is love, light. There is light at the centre of our DNA, we are beings of light that the ancients always knew and quantum physics can now measure a photon travelling from our sun (via other suns) all the way along our meridien lines. Larkin was a sad man brought up in a silent and loveless home, his parents hardly spoke and this affected his own ability to be passionate.
AEmylia24 3 years ago
I don't think the poem is necessarily about love though. The tomb was created for the couple to show their importance and power, not as a loving gesture. It's just our 20th century judgments that assume that it is a romantic token. The couple are stuck in the stone there, who knows if they want to be there or not.
SoapySophh 2 years ago
Not romantic love - eternal love, of which we are all made, that energy, light, as I stated. I was referring to the final line in isolation which neatly summarises the philosophy I've had for over 40 years. The line was also quoted at a friend's funeral which was very apt.
AEmylia24 2 years ago
But it's an ALMOST instinct, ALMOST true - in other words, it's so close to what we want, but it's not really true. It's just a judgement we presume the Earl and Countess shared, a notion which would have seemed unimportant against the preservation of their name and which may be utterly insignificant in the future.
48151623424215 2 years ago 7
Lie so long.
It's not about love
Jadabh2 2 years ago
I agree, if something is almost true, it is very close to the truth, but must still be false.
ImTheRealElmo 2 years ago
We are, however, allowed to make a judgement on the poem - about whether love is only an almost truth or if, indeed, it will endure. I quite like that leniancy which Larkin offers the reader.
48151623424215 2 years ago
truth is subjective and therefore cannot be examined critically, only speculated on, like science.
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foxmiUK 2 years ago
thats the thing he's questioning
teamcrumb 2 years ago
im well lucky. i live right near chichester cathedral iv seen this tomb. they are in fact holding hands. and larkins poem is engraved on a plaque next to it.
alexfield1506 3 years ago 2
This poem is amazing.
But I am not sure about the final line, is it a sarcastic outlook on love, or does he truly believe the tomb resembled an everlasting love?
I'm studying a selected collection of his work for English Literature.
'The Explosion' is my other favourite of his.
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singingfish 3 years ago
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.
That pause...before "is love"... He so wishes to believe it; you can hear it in his voice. But there's no escaping the reality that "Time has transfigured them into / Untruth" and that the idea of love's endurance is only an "attitude".
One of my faves, though I think I like 'Love Songs in Age' the most.
*ambivalent sigh*
gamerloz 3 years ago 6
The word Blazon is the most wonderful thing. Remember that documentary in which Monica Jones was said to have suggested the word? I doubt it
CharitableView 3 years ago
Are you really only 19? Time lies stretched out before you...
theprophet20 3 years ago
This poem is a wonderful meditation on the passage of Time and the mystery of existence, and our brief appearance in it... Incidentally, this is the first time I've heard Larkin's voice and for some reason it's deeper and more 'posh' than I expected.
theprophet20 3 years ago
Larkin did study at Oxford. :-)
gamerloz 3 years ago
Yes, it's not quite the voice you'd imagine for Mr. Larkin of Hull- and sundry diversions. But I did read in a book of tributes to Larkin that he had a very pleasing voice. There's an American poet, Alan Dugan who, roughly like Larkin, made an art of the miserable and the pessimistic. But I heard Dugan read- and he sounded like his poems.
This is a wonderful meditation. What is that poem of his in which he wakes and looks at the moon- one of his later classics, I believe.
written12 3 years ago
Well, I had to look it up, it's "Sad Steps" - and it begins with the wonderfully down to earth, "Groping back to bed after a piss..."! LOL - the man had a sense of humour.
theprophet20 3 years ago
Thanks so much. He did have a sense of humor. And he is, for all his loneliness, rooted in the landscape and culture in which he lives. There is no philosophical posing, though the poems don't lack for a kind of wisdom.
written12 3 years ago
also pun on the word "lie" and "sweet comissioned grace"
Jadabh2 3 years ago
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what is this poem about???????????
krazyMaz 4 years ago
great! the images started to detract from the poem for me, so i turned away about halfway through.
GovtAccountability 4 years ago
yeah. I like making the images but would be happy to just post black screen.
DavidQuantick 4 years ago
always feel with Larkin that there was a damaged romantic straining to break out of the curmudgeonly armour he wore; makes his poems-especially this one-uniquely touching. Better than Aubade, there is hope here and a hint of a faith that he obviusly couldn't quite bring himself to wholeheartedly endorse.
A truly brilliant poet, ta for posting!
nickm745 4 years ago
That's a very good observation, about the hidden, damaged romanticism. On the surface a dull, disillusioned, solitary Brit, underneath a hesitant seeker of love and diviner of human truth.
searcherboy 4 years ago
disagree... that line is meant to be ironic.... people always remember that line... but ignore the one before?
Jadabh2 3 years ago
wonderful. i was once asked to read this at a funeral.
i didn't dare.
uclrichard 4 years ago
I have felt exactly the same way.
But if you had dared, it would certainly have been beautiful.
searcherboy 4 years ago
Marvellous poem; and a great tomb and cathedral
Taffy630Tiger 4 years ago
'bent double like old beggars under sacks'. That wasn't one of his but sounds like it almost could have been.
messagetelevision 4 years ago
Wilfred Owen, if I remember correctly
andrewshere 3 years ago
You do NOT remember correctly.
jb1833 3 years ago
jb1833, for your information: my earlier comment "Wilfred Owen, if I remember correctly" was a reply to the earlier comment "Bent double like old beggars under sacks" (I suggest you go look the comment up). Unfortunately, the reply didn't attach to the comment - in the same way that yours hasn't. Good grief! Did you HONESTLY think I was referring to this poem - that plainly states that it's Philip Larkin - and features Larkin himself reading his own poem?????
andrewshere 3 years ago
andrewshere - very sorry, i thought you were replying to the 'what's the poem about???' queestion. Of course didn't think you were confusing the poet, just the subject. You're absolutely right as well, the line you mention is from Wilfred Owen's 'Dulce et Decorum Est'. Sorry again, though you can see the non-attached posts don't help matters.
jb1833 3 years ago
jb1833: my apologies,too, for sounding irate. Certainly the non-attached posts do not help.
andrewshere 3 years ago
I love how quickly both of you became angry and then back to polite.
CiaranLiam 3 years ago
I was never angry :-)
jb1833 3 years ago
mmm, well I have to admit I was a little put out (ooh how sensitive!), but we're all pretty civilized in the poetry section :-)
andrewshere 3 years ago
I spy a marriage ahead...
CiaranLiam 3 years ago
This is lovely. Thanks.
ldw2007 4 years ago
Thanks for posting this. I've never heard him read his stuff before. A great poet he was too.
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