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Philip Larkin -> Φίλιπ Λάρκιν
« on: 03 Jun, 2009, 21:53:27 »
Philip Larkin, (1922–1985), an eminent writer in postwar Great Britain, was commonly referred to as "England's other Poet Laureate" until his death in 1985. Indeed, when the position of laureate became vacant in 1984, many poets and critics favoured Larkin's appointment, but the shy, provincial author preferred to avoid the limelight. An "artist of the first rank" in the words of Southern Review contributor John Press, Larkin achieved acclaim on the strength of an extremely small body of work—just over one hundred pages of poetry in four slender volumes that appeared at almost decade-long intervals. These collections, especially The Less Deceived, The Whitsun Weddings, and High Windows, present "a poetry from which even people who distrust poetry, most people, can take comfort and delight," according to X. J. Kennedy in the New Criterion. Larkin employed the traditional tools of poetry—rhyme, stanza, and meter—to explore the often uncomfortable or terrifying experiences thrust upon common people in the modern age. As Alan Brownjohn notes in Philip Larkin, the poet produced without fanfare "the most technically brilliant and resonantly beautiful, profoundly disturbing yet appealing and approachable, body of verse of any English poet in the last twenty-five years." [...]
Philip Larkin : The Poetry Foundation

Philip Arthur Larkin, CH, CBE, FRSL (9 August 1922 – 2 December 1985) is widely regarded as one of the great English poets of the latter half of the twentieth century. His first book of poetry, The North Ship, was published in 1945, followed by two novels, Jill (1946) and A Girl in Winter (1947), but he came to prominence in 1955 with the publication of his second collection of poems, The Less Deceived, followed by The Whitsun Weddings (1964) and High Windows (1974). He contributed to The Daily Telegraph as its jazz critic from 1961 to 1971, articles gathered together in All What Jazz: A Record Diary 1961–71 (1985), and he edited the Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse (1973). He was the recipient of many honours, including the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. He was offered, but declined, the position of poet laureate in 1984, following the death of John Betjeman.
Philip Larkin - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ο Φίλιπ Άρθουρ Λάρκιν [Philip Arthur Larkin] (9 Αυγούστου 1922 – 2 Δεκεμβρίου 1985) είναι Άγγλος ποιητής που διετέλεσε ποιητής της αγγλικής αυλής (poet laureate). Θεωρείται ο πιο αγαπημένος ποιητής της γενιάς του. Σπούδασε Αγγλική Φιλολογία στην Οξφόρδη και εργάστηκε ως βιβλιοθηκάριος στο Πανεπιστήμιο του Hull. Ανάμεσα στα πάμπολλα βραβεία με τα οποία τιμήθηκε συμπεριλαμβάνεται το Χρυσό Μετάλλιο Ποίησης της Βασίλισσας της Βρετανίας και το βραβείο W.H. Smith.
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Philip Larkin, (born Philip Arthur Larkin)

Poems published in Translatum:


Σύνδεσμοι

Philip Larkin – Τό ἀντι-ὅραμα Λάρκιν: 17 ποιήματα καί δύο λόγια (Θοδωρής Ρακόπουλος)


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Philip Larkin, An Arundel Tomb, "What will survive of us is love"
« Reply #1 on: 09 Jun, 2011, 16:42:58 »
An Arundel Tomb

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acXxM2WAeNE

Side by side, their faces blurred,
The earl and countess lie in stone,
Their proper habits vaguely shown
As jointed armour, stiffened pleat,
And that faint hint of the absurd -
The little dogs under their feet.

Such plainness of the pre-baroque
Hardly involves the eye, until
It meets his left-hand gauntlet, still
Clasped empty in the other; and
One sees, with a sharp tender shock,
His hand withdrawn, holding her hand.

They would not think to lie so long.
Such faithfulness in effigy
Was just a detail friends would see:
A sculptor's sweet commissioned grace
Thrown off in helping to prolong
The Latin names around the base.

They would no guess how early in
Their supine stationary voyage
The air would change to soundless damage,
Turn the old tenantry away;
How soon succeeding eyes begin
To look, not read. Rigidly they

Persisted, linked, through lengths and breadths
Of time. Snow fell, undated. Light
Each summer thronged the grass. A bright
Litter of birdcalls strewed the same
Bone-littered ground. And up the paths
The endless altered people came,

Washing at their identity.
Now, helpless in the hollow of
An unarmorial age, a trough
Of smoke in slow suspended skeins
Above their scrap of history,
Only an attitude remains:

Time has transfigures them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.

Philip Larkin
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