To Philip Larkin Who Said
“Deprivation is for me what daffodils were to Wordsworth.”
For half a life I followed you, Old Fart,
hoping to catch the accent of your art.
You cussed the dogs of boredom pissing on stones
engraved with others’ names, one with your own.
At tea, curling around your feet, Bitch yawned.
When a friend praised your poems, Fido fawned.
The dogs, and not the girls, kept you alone
and dug up beds of flowers to find the bone.
Now I’ve traded in my dogs for men,
hung up my leash but not my ball-point pen
which empties in detailing ecstasies,
dancing, gold-petaled memories.
Embracing this hot afternoon, I take
root in fair, rotting bodies by some lake.
For half a life I followed you, Old Fart,
hoping to catch the accent of your art.
You cussed the dogs of boredom pissing on stones
engraved with others’ names, one with your own.
At tea, curling around your feet, Bitch yawned.
When a friend praised your poems, Fido fawned.
The dogs, and not the girls, kept you alone
and dug up beds of flowers to find the bone.
Now I’ve traded in my dogs for men,
hung up my leash but not my ball-point pen
which empties in detailing ecstasies,
dancing, gold-petaled memories.
Embracing this hot afternoon, I take
root in fair, rotting bodies by some lake.
Comments
Thanks,
Larry
great to see you around. I am certainly going to think further about the syntax and the dog metaphor in the octave. The tinkling did not sort out the kinks, or perhaps it is insufficiently kinky. Or something. Thanks!
Jee Leong
Did you know about the discovery of lost Larkin recordings a couple of days ago.
At this BBc link:
http://newssearch.bbc.co.uk/cgi-bin/search/results.pl?scope=newsukfs&tab=news&q=Philip+Larkin&go.x=21&go.y=12
you can click on the audio link on the right-hand side to hear all about it.
I agree that this poem, while well written, isn't quite hitting the heights and depths your best work does.
Jee Leong