Apr 27, 2009 21:16
The Importance of Elsewhere
~Philip Larkin
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home,
Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech,
Insisting so on difference, made me welcome:
Once that was recognised, we were in touch
Their draughty streets, end-on to hills, the faint
Archaic smell of dockland, like a stable,
The herring-hawker's cry, dwindling, went
To prove me separate, not unworkable.
Living in England has no such excuse:
These are my customs and establishments
It would be much more serious to refuse.
Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.
~~~
I will never get over how much I love Philip Larkin. I only discovered him a few years ago, and he just immediately spoke in all his glory and bitterness and sadness.
april 2009,
poetry