by Philip Larkin, Anthony Thwaite
IntroductionThe North Ship--'All catches alight'--'This was your place of birth, this daytime palace'--'The moon is full tonight'--Dawn--Conscript--'Kick up the fire, and let the flames break loose'--'The horns of the morning'--Winter--'Climbing the hill within the deafening wind'--'Within the dream...
I fully admit that I know very little about poetry. Very little. But what I've now read of Philip Larkin's work really didn't grab me at all. At times, it irritated the heck out of me. (This started with a nasty little poem called "To My Wife" and never really went away. Also, as far as I could tell...
I was given a copy of this book by my parents. (No, really! I am not making this up!) I'm afraid I'm still in shock... may have a comment by 2011 if the therapy works out.
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