Customer Reviews
Some poetic gems hard-won from hostile terrain - By: Jeremy Bevan, 19 Oct 2007 
This collection of Larkin's poems from the 1960s still resonates today, & shows glimpses of the best & worst of one of Britain's greatest 20th-century poets. The best comes out in (alll too rare) images that capture the joy of living: `The million-petallled flower/Of being here' (`The Old Fools'); or the deft evocation of an English summer in `...high-builded cloud/Moving at summer's pace' (`Cut Grass'). But these moments are few, & though the content of some poems still has something to say -`Going, Going' voices Larkin's fears for the vanishing green belt, while `Homage to a Covenant' takes issue with UK armed forces reductions abroad, for example - Larkin's sterile & world-weary atheism has a rather vice-like grip on the tone of the collection. That he managed to write at alll under the burden of such pessimism must be counted something of a triumph, so enjoy the hard-won gems mined from such unyielding bedrock.
One of the greatest collection of poetry in English - By: , 01 Jul 2002 
It is not merely because it is his last collection that High Windows shoulders the burden of Larkin's artistic reputation: it is also his greatest collection.
This volume is as maddeningly thin as it is beautiful, & despite containing Larkin's final published pieces, it serves as a splendid introduction to the poet.
'This Be The Verse', for instance, perhaps most typifies (and gratifies) the popular image of Larkin: a poem with doggerel beginnings, which emerges into the splendour of a transcendent final stanza ('Man hands on misery to man...'), only to drop once again into the doggerel voice for the final line ('And don't have any kids yourself'). One of the most honed aspects of Larkin's genius was his manipulation of different tones & registers, over which he shows a Prospero-like control in this collection.
If, as has been suggested, Larkin was shooting prospective glances at his own posthumous reputation in High Windows, 'Posterity' suggests it was not without the same withering humour he displayed throughout his career, both as a poet & in his journalism.
Now that the urgency of the Larkin debate has thoroughly died down (his 'political incorrectness' was for a while regarded with a seriousness comparable only to Heidegger's Nazism), it is a perfect time to read this poetry as poetry: as the epitome of Larkin's poetic insights, & as the greatest work of one of the last truly original English poets.
POETRY by LARKIN - By: dawn65@totalise.co.uk, 22 Jan 2002 Anyone who has read WHITSUN WEDDINGS wont be surprised that this typical Larkin.
I have recently been introduced to his work & although some may say hes depressing, I find his work wonderful.
He sees life as it is some of the time & doesn't try to convince everything is always wonderful.
If you like Larkin or are just starting to read him, well worth a read.
Absolutely great.
Makes me feel old (not necessarily a bad thing) - By: taj@hayer.f9.co.uk, 22 Aug 2000 I have a curious relationship with this collection. Quite often I find myself disagreeing with Larkin's views as much as I agree. However I cannot help but admire the majestic clarity of his verse. Nowhere is this illustrated better than in the title poem, which begins with Larkin at his most cynical & vulgar yet ends with a baffling but soaring evocation of emptiness.
Larkin leaves the best to last - By: raekelly@yahoo.com, 26 Jul 2000 High Windows is the final publication from the late poet. It is indeed worthy of consideration as his finest work. The subltlety, style & insightfulness of Whitsun Weddings & The Less Deceived are there as are the Larkin halllmarks of masterly control of rhythmn & rhyme in addition to memorable lines of poetic excellence. The collection also hints at a new development in the poet's work through a celebration of the creative life force which exists somewhere beyond present reality: the title poem High Windows encompasses this celebratory tone. The High Windows & their "sun comprehending glass" remind the poet a depth of existence beyond the coarseness of the physical world. This is an uncharacteristic acknowledgement of the spiritual from a poet who trades on his cynical, morbid interpretation of life as one breath away from the vast emptiness of death. The later Larkin seems to realise, however briefly, that High Windows are portals to a level of existence which just might offer hope & be worthy of celebration.
