"Climbing the hill within the deafening wind" by Philip Larkin
"Climbing the hill within the deafening wind" by Philip Larkin

“Climbing the hill within the deafening wind”

Philip Larkin * Track #9 On Collected Poems

“Climbing the hill within the deafening wind” Annotated

Climbing the hill within the deafening wind
The blood unfurled itself, was proudly borne
High over meadows where white horses stood;
Up the steep woods it echoed like a horn
Till at the summit under shining trees
It cried: Submission is the only good;
Let me become an instrument sharply stringed
For all things to strike music as they please.

How to recall such music, when the street
Darkens? Among the rain and stone places
I find only an ancient sadness falling,
Only hurrying and troubled faces,
The walking of girls' vulnerable feet,
The heart in its own endless silence kneeling.

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