A quotation from Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin (1922-1985) English poet, novelist, librarian
Poem (1974), “The Old Fools,” High Windows

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Philip Larkin's poem "The Trees" was one of my favorite texts when I was doing A Levels literature and it remains one of my favorite poems. In my daily life, I'm often reminded of the text.

The phrase "unresting castles" is deeply ingrained in my mind. When I am in Brunei, Malaysia or China, the thickets of lush forests impress me all the time. They are just masses of green. Their leaves are opaque walls and you can't see beyond the canopy nor the shadows. They are truly fortresses. Some days they sway in the wind, other days, mist and fog rise out of them, but every day they are unrevealling.

Only after moving to Germany did the line "Their greenness is a kind of grief" hit home, and it hits harder with every spring. Instead of reminding me of mortality, it reminds me of some kind of Samsara-like cycle. It's a new year, again, again and again. Am I different from last year, or am I the same? Do I also have rings of grain that prove that I am actually different, or am I doomed to repeat my years until, one day, I don't?

Having just arrived back in Germany yesterday, I notice the trees in the parking lot are "coming into leaf", where they were still bald 3 weeks ago. There's this small feeling of betrayal, as if they went on with life without waiting for me. When I look at them, I can't help but feel trapped. I am "unresting" as well, but not a castle. My "recent buds" relax, but do not spread.

It's a short, memorable poem. Here's a link to it: https://poetryarchive.org/poem/trees/

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"Decades later, I still remember that April morning with a vividness that makes me want to visit the home in which I grew up on some early spring morning ... just to see if I can re-feel that feeling."-- #Spring and me and #PhilipLarkin: My latest, "'Coming into leaf'" ( https://wp.me/p49Ewg-448 )

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Toad Work

Recently I have been enjoying the British television series “Down Cemetery Road.” It is a brilliant mystery drama with first-rate acting, and it can be found on Apple TV and Amazon Prime in Canada.

I discovered the source of the show’s title only when one of the key characters, played by Emma Thompson, recited some of Philip Larkin’s poem “Toads Revisited” which mentions Cemetery Road.

I found the poem on The Poetry Hour website and read it through three times until I felt as though I was in tune with the author’s meaning. I was especially taken by the last stanza which reads:

When the lights come on at four
At the end of another year?
Give me your arm, old toad;
Help me down Cemetery Road.

As I write this post, it is 4:05 PM, and the sun has just gone down behind the buildings that I see from my windows. My blinds have closed automatically already; they are set to close at half an hour before sunset. The lights that my neighbours have placed in the community gardens have been on all day, but the Christmas lights that I have strung around my patio came on at 3:40. Not four o’clock exactly, but pretty close to the poem’s imaginings.

The verses refer to working people of various kinds, and I wondered what was meant by “toad work” so I Googled it. This is how Google AI explains it:

“The toad work” in Philip Larkin’s poem “Toads” symbolizes the heavy, unromantic, and burdensome nature of daily work and societal obligations, a persistent, ugly pressure that squats on one’s life, forcing the speaker to trade days of freedom for money and a pension, even as he grudgingly recognizes his own “toad-like” participation in this system. It’s a metaphor for the monotonous 9-to-5 grind that stifles personal passions, contrasting with the dream of living by one’s wits, yet the poem concludes that both internal and external “toads” (work and creative duty) are inescapable, says Interesting Literature and All Poetry. 

My days of toad work are over, but the lights still come on at around 4 PM in winter here, and I enjoy them. It would be nice to have someone to take my arm as my aging body takes walks, but I am grateful that I have the strength to walk alone.

I heartily recommend both the TV show and the poem. They will give you lots to think about.

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