Whitsun Weekend 2015: Time to revisit the The Whitsun Weddings

By Philip Larkin

Whitsun_WeddingsThat Whitsun, I was late getting away:

Not till about

One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday

Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,

All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense

Of being in a hurry gone. We ran

Behind the backs of houses, crossed a street

Of blinding windscreens, smelt the fish-dock; thence

The river’s level drifting breadth began,

Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.

Listen to Philip Larkin read the complete poem.

Read also: Ian McMillan revisits the train journey at the heart of Philip Larkin’s Whitsun Weddings

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