Tuesday, 12 February 2019
This is probably one of Philip Larkin's best-known poems. Short and to the point. He was, in my opinion, one of a kind in the truest sense. I cannot write poetry but in so many other ways I feel that this man was my inner-self. I am now reading as much as I can about him. I absolutely love to hear the readings of his poetry and listening to interviews and articles on YouTube about this man.
He declined the invitation to be Poet Laureate. It was too late in his life, he thought he had nothing left in the writing of poetry. He was up there with the creme-de-la-creme in poetry and will be sadly missed.