Poetry Plus – First Sight – A poem by Philip Larkin

First Sight by Philip Larkin

Springtime Lambing Wakes

Springtime lambing wakes
The passing of seasons spied
Winter surrenders

Philip Larkin (Philip Arthur Larkin, 1922 -1985) an English poet, novelist, and librarian.

Larkin is most highly regarded as the poet who gave expression to a clipped, antiromantic sensibility prevalent in English verse in the 1950s.

Larkin’s first book of poetry, The North Ship, was published in 1945, followed by two novels, Jill (1946) and A Girl in Winter (1947), and he came to prominence in 1955 with the publication of his second collection of poems, The Less Deceived, followed by The Whitsun Weddings (1964) and High Windows (1974).

He contributed to The Daily Telegraph as its jazz critic from 1961 to 1971, articles gathered in All What Jazz: A Record Diary 1961–71 (1985), and he edited The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse (1973).

His many honours include the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry. He was offered, but declined, the position of Poet Laureate in 1984, following the death of Sir John Betjeman.

Poem Attribution © Philip Larkin, First Sight

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Haiku Attribution Goff James, Springtime Lambing Wakes

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First Sight by Philip Larkin 

Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.

Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth’s immeasureable surprise.

They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.

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