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Biography of Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)


Philip Arthur Larkin was born in Coventry on 9 August 1922, the only son and younger child of Sydney and Eva Larkin. His father was City Treasurer of Coventry from 1922 to 1944, and died from cancer in 1948 at the age of 63. His mother lived to be 91 and died on 17 November 1977. The family lived in Coventry between 1922 and 1940. Larkin attended King Henry VIII School there between 1930 and 1940. His early talent as a writer was shown in his regular contributions to The Coventrian, the school magazine, of which he was joint editor between 1939 and 1940.

In October 1940 Larkin went to St John's College, Oxford. He failed his army medical as a result of poor eyesight and so was able to complete his degree uninterrupted, graduating with First Class Honours in English in 1943. His close friends at Oxford included Kingsley Amis and Bruce Montgomery, and many of them shared his passion for jazz music. Strongly influenced by, amongst others, Auden, Lawrence and Yeats, Larkin's literary talent developed rapidly. His first poem to be published in a national weekly was 'Ultimatum' in The Listener, 28 November 1940. In June 1943 three of his poems were included in Oxford Poetry 1942-43.

For the first few months after graduating Larkin lived with his parents in their new Warwick home, spending much of his time on his first novel, Jill. Two attempts to get into the Civil Service failed and he eventually applied for, and was appointed to, the post of Librarian at Wellington in Shropshire in November 1943. Despite a full-time job and part-time study to qualify as a professional librarian, he continued to write and publish. Ten poems were included in Poetry from Oxford in Wartime in February 1945. All of these were then included in his own The North Ship later that year. Jill finally appeared a year later, but, like The North Ship, attracted little public comment. His second novel, A Girl in Winter, was completed in May 1945 and published in February 1947, this time attracting several favourable reviews.

Larkin took up a post as Assistant Librarian at the then University College of Leicester in September 1946, where he was in charge of the issue desk and periodicals. He completed his course of professional studies and became an Associate of the Library Association in 1949. From 1 October 1950 he was Sub-Librarian at Queen's University, Belfast, where his duties involved the supervision of 18 staff. Belfast saw a resurgence of his poetic activity after the rejection of his second poetry collection, In the Grip of Light, in 1948. He had a small collection, XX Poems, privately printed in an edition of 100 copies in 1951 and the Fantasy Press published a pamphlet containing five of his poems in 1954. Other poems were published in various magazines. 'Toads' and 'Poetry of departures' appeared in Listen issued by the Marvell Press of Hessle near Hull. By coincidence, Larkin's next book, largely comprising the poems from XX Poems and the Fantasy Press pamphlet, was being prepared by the Marvell Press when he was appointed Librarian to the University of Hull, where he commenced work on 21 March 1955. The Marvell Press book, initially called 'Various Poems' was published as The Less Deceived in October of that year, establishing him thereafter in the front rank of modern British poets.

The Library at Hull inherited by Larkin contained 120,000 volumes and employed just 11 staff housed in an assortment of badly designed buildings. Larkin, greatly aided for many years by the support of the Vice-Chancellor, Professor (later Sir) Brynmor Jones, and the boom in British higher education of the late 1950s and 1960s, presided over its transformation during the next two decades. A new purpose-built Library was opened in two stages in 1960 and 1970, and by 1985 there were over 750,000 items in stock, a computerised catalogue and circulation system, and over 80 staff.

In 1964 his next poetry collection, The Whitsun Weddings, was again widely acclaimed and in 1965 he received the Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry. Larkin's continuing interest in jazz was reflected in his monthly record reviews for The Daily Telegraph between 1961 and 1971. A collection of these reviews entitled All What Jazz: a record diary 1961-1968 was published in 1970. Larkin also prepared the Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse, issued in 1973 and completed after he had held a visiting fellowship at All Souls College, Oxford for two terms in 1970-71.

The last collection of his own poetry, High Windows, appeared in 1974, and consolidated his reputation. However, his poetic output by this time had practically ceased. 'Aubade', his last great poem, appeared in the Times Literary Supplement in December 1977. To colleagues, Larkin wryly referred to The Brynmor Jones Library, 1929-1979: a short account as his 'last book'. However, Required Writing: miscellaneous pieces 1955-1982, a collection of essays and reviews, was published in November 1983. A best-seller, it won the W.H. Smith Literary Award for 1984.

The numerous other awards received during his later years included many honorary doctorates culminating in one from Oxford University in 1984. He received the CBE in 1975 and the German Shakespeare-Preis in 1976. He was Chairman of the Booker Prize Panel in 1977, was made Companion of Literature in 1978, and from 1980 to 1982 served on the Literature Panel of the Arts Council. The Library Association made him an Honorary Fellow in 1980 and the University of Hull made him a Professor in 1982. In 1984 he was elected to the Board of the British Library, but declined to succeed Sir John Betjeman as Poet Laureate, being unwilling to accept the level of media attention associated with the position.

His last and most highly prized honour was the Order of the Companion of Honour in June 1985, which, sadly, he was unable to receive personally owing to the onset of his terminal illness. He died of cancer on 2 December 1985 aged 63. His Collected Poems, which also included many of his previously unpublished pieces, was published in October 1988 and became an immediate best-seller. The publication of his Selected Letters in October 1992 was the literary event of the year.


Biography by: Archives and Special Collections Brynmor Jones Library


95 Poems written by Philip Larkin

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"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain Comments and analysis of Deceptions by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
'Dockery was junior to you, Comments and analysis of Dockery And Son by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed Comments and analysis of Mr Bleaney by Philip Larkin 13 Comments
Come to Sunny Prestatyn Comments and analysis of Sunny Prestatyn by Philip Larkin 8 Comments
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps Comments and analysis of Vers De Société by Philip Larkin 10 Comments
A stationary sense... as, I suppose,
About twenty years ago Comments and analysis of Wild Oats by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Always too eager for the future, we Comments and analysis of Next, Please by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
At last you yielded up the album, which Comments and analysis of Lines On A Young Lady's Photograph Album  by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
At once whatever happened starts receding. Comments and analysis of Whatever Happened? by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
At one the wind rose,
Beyond all this, the wish to be alone: Comments and analysis of Wants by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Beyond the dark cartoons
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Comments and analysis of Breadfruit by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Caught in the center of a soundless field Comments and analysis of Myxomatosis by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan
Closed like confessionals, they thread Comments and analysis of Ambulances by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Coming up England by a different line Comments and analysis of I Remember, I Remember by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Continuing to live -- that is, repeat
Cut grass lies frail: Comments and analysis of Cut Grass by Philip Larkin 4 Comments
Delay, well, travellers must expect
Down stucco sidestreets, Comments and analysis of Dublinesque by Philip Larkin 8 Comments
For C.G.B.
For nations vague as weed, Comments and analysis of Nothing To Be Said by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Groping back to bed after a piss Comments and analysis of Sad Steps by Philip Larkin 8 Comments
Higher than the handsomest hotel Comments and analysis of The Building by Philip Larkin 4 Comments
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Comments and analysis of Home Is So Sad by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
How distant, the departure of young men Comments and analysis of How Distant by Philip Larkin 6 Comments
I have started to say
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Comments and analysis of Aubade by Philip Larkin 14 Comments
If grief could burn out
If hands could free you, heart, Comments and analysis of If Hands Could Free You, Heart by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
If I were called in Comments and analysis of Water by Philip Larkin 6 Comments
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways Comments and analysis of Essential Beauty by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
In this dream that dogs me I am part Comments and analysis of Träumerei by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Is it for now or for always,
Lambs that learn to walk in snow Comments and analysis of First Sight by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Legend
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Comments and analysis of Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel by Philip Larkin 11 Comments
Like the train's beat
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Comments and analysis of The Importance Of Elsewhere by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Love again: wanking at ten past three Comments and analysis of Love Again by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Love, we must part now: do not let it be
Marrying left yor maiden name disused. Comments and analysis of Maiden Name by Philip Larkin 18 Comments
Morning, a glass door, flashes
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Comments and analysis of Mother, Summer, I by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
New eyes each year
Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home Comments and analysis of Homage To A Government by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Obedient daily dress,
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass, Comments and analysis of Take One Home For The Kiddies by Philip Larkin 7 Comments
On the day of the explosion Comments and analysis of The Explosion by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
Once I am sure there's nothing going on Comments and analysis of Church Going by Philip Larkin 10 Comments
Once I believed in you, Comments and analysis of The Spirit Wooed by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: Comments and analysis of Money by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Sexual intercourse began Comments and analysis of Annus Mirabilis by Philip Larkin 22 Comments
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, Comments and analysis of Love Songs In Age by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
Side by side, their faces blurred, Comments and analysis of An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin 25 Comments
Since the majority of me
Since we agreed to let the road between us Comments and analysis of No Road by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Slowly the women file to where he stands Comments and analysis of Faith Healing by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, Comments and analysis of Poetry Of Departures by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
Standing under the fobbed Comments and analysis of Send No Money by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Comments and analysis of Ignorance by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
Suspended lion face Comments and analysis of Solar by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
Talking in bed ought to be easiest Comments and analysis of Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Comments and analysis of For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin 6 Comments
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Comments and analysis of The Whitsun Weddings by Philip Larkin 15 Comments
The cloakroom pegs are empty now,
The eye can hardly pick them out Comments and analysis of At Grass by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
The little lives of earth and form, Comments and analysis of The Little Lives Of Earth And Form by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found Comments and analysis of The Mower by Philip Larkin 11 Comments
The trees are coming into leaf Comments and analysis of The Trees by Philip Larkin 4 Comments
The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative, Comments and analysis of Reasons For Attendance by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
The widest prairies have electric fences, Comments and analysis of Wires by Philip Larkin 3 Comments
The wind blew all my wedding-day,
There is an evening coming in Comments and analysis of Going by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. Comments and analysis of This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin 51 Comments
They say eyes clear with age,
Thinking in terms of one
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, Comments and analysis of Triple Time by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
This is the first thing
Those long uneven lines Comments and analysis of MCMXIV by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: Comments and analysis of Story by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
To put one brick upon another,
Walking around in the park Comments and analysis of Toads Revisited by Philip Larkin 2 Comments
What are days for? Comments and analysis of Days by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
What do they think has happened, the old fools, Comments and analysis of The Old Fools by Philip Larkin 4 Comments
When first we faced, and touching showed Comments and analysis of When First We Faced, And Touching Showed by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
When getting my nose in a book Comments and analysis of A Study Of Reading Habits by Philip Larkin 5 Comments
When I see a couple of kids Comments and analysis of High Windows by Philip Larkin 38 Comments
When I was a child, I thought, Comments and analysis of Best Society by Philip Larkin 1 Comment
Why did I dream of you last night?
Why should I let the toad work Comments and analysis of Toads by Philip Larkin 13 Comments
Words as plain as hen-birds' wings
You do not come dramatically, with dragons Comments and analysis of To Failure by Philip Larkin 1 Comment


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