Much too much for me, all the commentary, inclusion of unpublished, etc. I do appreciate that his poems usually present as accessible, but then usually have depths that even a layperson like me can find on second or third read with an 'ah-ha!'
Fun and fine, even on first level, is "Toads."
Toads by Philip Larkin
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison - Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion.
Lots of folk live on their wits: Lecturers, lispers, Losels, loblolly-men, louts- They don't end as paupers;
Lots of folk live up lanes With fires in a bucket, Eat windfalls and tinned sardines- they seem to like it.
Their nippers have got bare feet, Their unspeakable wives Are skinny as whippets - and yet No one actually starves.
Ah, were I courageous enough To shout Stuff your pension! But I know, all too well, that's the stuff That dreams are made on:
For something sufficiently toad-like Squats in me, too; Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck, And cold as snow,
And will never allow me to blarney My way of getting The fame and the girl and the money All at one sitting.
I don't say, one bodies the other One's spiritual truth; But I do say it's hard to lose either, When you have both.
This has EVERYTHING. Poems backgrounds, variants, Larkin’s comments, buried sources, etc.
Notes: 18… There is regret, Always, there is regret. 29… Places, Loved ones .. Wiser to keep away / from thinking you still might trace / Uncalled for to this day / Your person, your place 31… Next, Please … Always too eager for the future … But we are wrong: only one ship is seeking us, a flack- / Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back / A huge and birdless silence. 34… No Road Since we agreed to let the road between us / Fall to disuse 38… Toads … Why should I let the toad “work” / squat on my life? 51… Love Song in Age 58… Self’s the Man … He married a woman to stop her getting away / Now she’s there all day 88… This Be the Verse … your mum and dad … Get out as early as you can, / And don’t have any kids yourself. 91… Vers de Societe Funny how hard it is to be alone 92… Show Saturday … wrestling 108… Fiction and the Reading Public 112… Love … The difficult part of Love / Is being selfish enough, / Is having the blind persistence ? To upset an existence / Just for your own sake. What cheek it must take. 113… Heads in the Women’s Ward 115… Aubaude … Courage is no good: It means not scaring others. 118… The Mower … We should be careful / of each other, we should be kind / while there is time. 119… Birthday poem 306… The Dance 310 … Morning, noon & bloody night / Seven sodding days a week. / I slave at filthy work, that might / Be done by any book-drunk freak. / This goes on till I kick the bucket: / F it, F it, F it, F it