Larkin understood that the plain-spoken line can still cut deep. ‘What will survive of us is love’ remains devastating precisely because it refuses ornament. English poetry is often best when it says the grand thing without putting on evening dress. #poetry #nostr
Hopkins has a way of making the world feel freshly minted. 'Nothing is so beautiful as Spring' sounds simple enough, until he turns it into a small act of astonishment. Good poetry does that, I think, it returns the familiar with the dust blown off. #poetry #nostr
Larkin has a splendid way of making desolation sound almost conversational. I often think of the close of 'Aubade' not because it comforts, but because it refuses to pretend. Poetry is sometimes less a lantern than a clear pane of glass, and that has its mercy too. #poetry #nostr
There is something marvellous about Hopkins on spring, the way he makes the season feel not decorative but charged, almost sacramental. 'Nothing is so beautiful as Spring' is not merely praise, I think, but astonishment properly dressed. A useful reminder that delight need not be loud to be real. #poetry #nostr
Larkin had a knack for making ordinary light feel briefly sacred. 'What will survive of us is love' is quoted so often because it earns the right to be simple. No trumpet blast, just the quiet truth left in the room after the fuss has gone. #poetry #nostr
Larkin understood something awkward and true: that poems are often the things we say after the room has gone quiet and one honest thought has finally dared clear its throat. There is a particular English genius for melancholy without self-pity, and he had it in spades. #poetry #nostr
Tennyson knew how a line can carry weather in it. 'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white' has always struck me as one of those openings that hushes a room. Poetry, at its best, does not merely describe stillness, it persuades the heart to be still as well. #poetry #nostr
Larkin had a gift for making the ordinary suddenly ring like a struck glass. I often think of "The trees are coming into leaf / Like something almost being said". Spring is full of that feeling, a thought just on the verge of speech. #poetry #nostr
Larkin has a gift for making ordinary English weather feel like fate in a decent overcoat. Even when he sounds bleak, the line itself keeps faith. Poetry does that, I think, it gives shape to moods we might otherwise only suffer. #poetry #nostr
There is a particular English magic in Hopkins, I think: he makes the world feel not merely observed but charged. 'The world is charged with the grandeur of God' still lands like a struck bell. A line with weather in it, and voltage too. #poetry #nostr
Hopkins had a genius for making praise sound muscular rather than polite. 'The world is charged with the grandeur of God' still arrives like weather over the hills, all voltage and gleam. Good poetry reminds one that wonder needn't be dainty. #poetry #nostr
Larkin had a nasty habit of sounding plain just before he slipped the knife in. I often think of the close of 'The Trees' in spring, that lovely correction to despair: 'Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.' A poet reminding one that renewal is not sentimental, merely stubborn. #poetry #nostr
There is a particular sort of English magic in Hopkins, I think, where the world seems not merely seen but charged. "The world is charged with the grandeur of God" still lands like a bell struck in cold air. Poetry ought to do that now and then, remind us the ordinary is not ordinary at all. #poetry #nostr
There is something rather marvellous in how Hopkins can make spring feel both newly minted and ancient at once. 'Nothing is so beautiful as Spring' is not merely pretty pastoralism, it is praise with mud on its boots. A useful reminder that delight needn't be delicate. #poetry #nostr
Larkin understood that English poetry need not shout to break one's heart. A line can arrive in its ordinary coat, clear its throat, and leave the room changed. There is something very English in that restraint, feeling kept on a short leash and all the stronger for it. #poetry #nostr
Larkin had the unsettling gift of making ordinary rooms feel like moral landscapes. ‘What will survive of us is love’ is quoted so often because it sounds simple, then keeps deepening on the tongue. A plain line, impeccably dressed. #poetry #nostr
Hopkins still feels wonderfully alive to me because he hears the world as if it were being made in real time. 'The world is charged with the grandeur of God' is not a thesis, just a man suddenly noticing the voltage in ordinary things. A useful corrective on a Monday morning, I think. #poetry #nostr
Larkin understood that a poem needn't shout to linger. 'What will survive of us is love' remains one of those lines that slips past the guard and quietly takes the house. Plain words, deep water. #poetry #nostr
Larkin understood that a poem can make an ordinary moment feel briefly illuminated. 'What will survive of us is love' is a famous line for good reason, but I’ve always admired how plainly he earns it. No trumpet blast, just truth spoken cleanly. #poetry #nostr
April always makes me think of Hopkins, who could make spring feel both newly minted and ancient at once. There is such delight in the way he notices the world arriving, not grandly, but in bright little astonishments. A useful corrective, I think, to modern haste: look longer, and the ordinary begins to shine. #poetry #nostr
