08 March 2010

comings and goings:: 1


So we were sitting and having our porridge last Monday morning, as we do nearly every day, all seasons, and I said how wonderful it was that the mornings were brighter and at last the sun was shining. And he, and this has never happened before at breakfast, or any other mealtime as far as I can recall, actually launched into a Philip Larkin poem.  Coming.

On longer evenings,
Light, shill and yellow,
Bathes the serene
Foreheads of houses.
A thrush sings,
Laurel-surrounded
In the deep bare garden,
Its fresh-peeled voice
Astonishing the brickwork.
It will be spring soon,
It will be spring soon -
And I, whose childhood
Is a forgotten boredom,
Feel like a child
Who comes on a scene
Of adult reconciling,
And can understand nothing
But the unusual laughter,
And starts to be happy.

And that was a start of a week of comings and goings.

5 comments:

Rattling On said...

I love porridge! Lucky you getting a poem at breakfast, MrH only reads non-fiction history books...
I am also enjoying the longer days and all the birds in the garden.

60 going on 16 said...

Definitely approve of poems at breakfast or at any time come to that. Not so good on porridge though.

Ah, if it's comings and goings, then that has to be a cue for George and Weedon Grossmith's wonderful 'Diary of a Nobody'. (Which I always loved because it was set in Holloway, North London, where a good many of my family roots are.)

colleen said...

Diary of a Nobody - brilliant!

Liz said...

If that happened here, I'd fall off the chair.

I'm off to find Diary of a Nobody on the bookshelf. Haven't read it for years but I could do with a laugh.

purejuice said...

i think larkin was a closet optimist.