Morag - I wonder what Larkin would think of today? Even in 1963, sex could only be considered 'an unlosable game' by someone who wasn't involved in it, who felt he'd missed the boat. As usual, though, he puts things brilliantly. Why can't we all write poetry in which every word seems inevitable and in its perfect place?
- Larkin was a great poet. I love all his work. This is an example of the simplicity of his line and its underlying depth, saying a lot in a few words that are easily comprehensible.
A glimpse into one of life's fantastic and always fleeting enchanted moments.
I fucking love this