High Windows

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

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.

by Philip Larkin

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Comments (4)

This is pure herbert with a tankard of wine, i took a while to find it herbert used to finding you, early submissions but i got there way down the back row vintage nehrlich a great poem, full of english from a german Warm regard allan
Pour yourself a large glass of wine today, and savor it. You posted two of your best poems ever that I've read today.
Another nice one.Liked the ending.Thank you.
when I was young we had like 4 milk cows..I was always afraid of them.. wonderful moral H, a good one for the times... hugs, Amberlee