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Indlæser... High Windows (1974)af Philip Larkin
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. Even though I quite liked a few of the poems in this collection, I found the overall tone to be rather soul-less. Larkin focuses on describing small, everyday scenarios, but the reader can tell that he is describing these scenes from a distance. The only poems that I felt his voice was connected to were "the Old Fools," "This be the verse," and "Annus Mirabilis." All three poems were truthful and a touch sarcastic, and they seems to touch on common themes in the human experience that anyone should be able to connect with. ( ) This is the first book of poetry (excepting Beowulf) I've sat down to read as an adult, and what a place to start. This slim collection was Larkin's last, and contains both of those iconic poems we all know the first lines to ... ("They f*** you up, your mum and dad" from 'This be the Verse', and "Sexual intercourse began in 1963" from 'Annus Mirabilis'). I found an overall preoccupation with death in all its forms as seen by a grumpy old man loomed large; never more so than in 'The Old Fools' where he's looking to his dotage, equally mourning the loss of childhood in 'Sad steps', or in 'Going, Going' where he sees urban decay taking over England. I don't feel qualified to comment on the structure, but enjoyed reading these wonderful poems immensely. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
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Larkin's final collection of poems shows, as does all his best work, his ability to adapt contemporary speech rhythms and everyday vocabulary to subtle metrical patterns and poetic forms. Many of the poems in the collection, which includes some of his best-known pieces ('The Old Fools', 'This Be the Verse', 'The Explosion', and the title poem) show the preoccupation with death and transience that is so typical of the poet. Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless. from 'High Windows' No library descriptions found. |
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