Sad Steps by Philip Larkin

🔰 Firstly, I would like to thank my friends that allowed me to film them in order to tell this visual story. Philip Larkin is a British poet I discovered recently and the fact that I still find more amazing poems and works of art makes me really optimistic. There is so much music, movies, and poems that we have not discovered yet and they might change our lives, that is something to look forward to. In my perspective, this poem is about sadness and hopelessness but you are free to interpret any way you want and share it with me. I wish you happy holidays and to keep your eyes open for life-changing experiences.

Forever Humbled
illneas

“I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.”
― Philip Larkin

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-The narrator is Tom o'Bedlam

-The music is this:

Filaments - Scott Buckley

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Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.

Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.
There’s something laughable about this,

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

High and preposterous and separate—
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can’t come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.

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