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Philip Larkin - 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Like an outdated combine harvester,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.

Added: on June 13th, 2006 at 10:48 AM | Viewed: 25324 times | Comments (32)


High Windows - Comments and Information

Poet: Philip Larkin
Poem: High Windows

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Nov 1 2003

Comment 32 of 32, added on May 24th, 2007 at 7:45 AM.

To anyone who's interested...
I have an interpretation as to what the "long slide" is all about. Larkin says that it is "everyone young going down the long slide" which means that the young are not prepared to take on adult responsbilities (i.e. sex)..they are simply too young and naive. The "long slide" is made for adults and it is therefore inapptopriate for what Larkin thinks are essentially just children, to be having sex before marriage...regardless of new contraceptives.

hmm from United Kingdom
Comment 31 of 32, added on January 3rd, 2007 at 7:34 PM.

I think most of the readers got it perfectly wrong, because the poem is neither about religion nor about losing one’s religion or such like. It’s a sad poem, as “everyone old” is meant to be Larkin himself (in 1974, when the book was published, he was 52), and he complains that, when he was young, having sex was thought to be sinful, there were “bonds and gestures” (line 5) to forbid sex before marriage, and masturbation was connected with fear of hell (“or sweating in the dark / About hell and that”, lines 12 – 13), and furthermore you had to be careful not to tell too much when confessing to a priest. So he looks at a couple of young ones and believes that they are able to go down a slide (comparable to a children’s slide on a playground) to joy or even eternal bliss or happiness (children do go down slides because doing so is pure fun or joy). Then he wonders whether some forty years ago, when he, Larkin, was young, some older person might have looked at him with similar thoughts of the young ones being able to lead happier lives than “everyone old”. At last there’s the image of the “high windows”: their glass catches the light and the warmth of the sun, which means happiness (as everybody feels happy in the sun), but from the outside you can’t see into this happiness, you just see a deep blue, which is not a real physical object (as happiness itself is no physical object), and as it is not physically real, it’s also limitless, but the important thing to Larkin is: he is kept outside, he is one of the “everyone old” who cannot participate in this happiness or joy. (There’s another poem in the same volume, called “Annus Mirabilis” (= year to admire, which is 1963, the year of the Beatles’ first LP), which tells a similar story.)


richard glabotki from Germany
Comment 30 of 32, added on June 13th, 2006 at 10:48 AM.

The final stanza makes me think of Wittgensteins maxim that 'What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.' Or possibly Simone Weil on the nature of spirituality: 'If an island completely cut off had never had any other than blind inhabitants, light would be for them what the supernatural is for us. One is tempted to think at first that for them it would be nothing, that by creating for their use a system of physics with all theory of light left out, one would be giving them a complete explanation of their world. For light offers no obstacle, exerts no pressure, is weightless, cannot be eaten. For them, it is absent. But it cannot be left out of account. By it alone the trees and plants reach towards the sky in spite of gravity. By it alone seeds, fruits, all things we eat, are ripened.'

Lee from United Kingdom

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