“Secular though it is, the poem concerns a sacrament.”
Traditionally speaking
there are seven -- baptism, confirmation, the Eucharist, penance, extreme unction,
order and matrimony -- though Protestants may recognize only baptism and the
Lord's Supper. Loosely, other rites are sometimes called sacraments. Philip
Larkin – never married, childless, by no means a believer – completed “The Whitsun Weddings” on this date, October 18, in 1958, three and a half years
after the train ride that marked its genesis. The passage at the top is from
James Booth’s treatment of the poem in Philip Larkin: Life, Art and Love
(2014). Booth rightly calls the poem “the greatest masterpiece of [Larkin’s]
new style.”
Those who read Larkin as a dour nihilist, an inveterate party-pooper, misread him. “The Whitsun Weddings” is novel-like in the sense of being a sympathetic, imaginative projection into people unlike himself, without resort to sentimentality. As he sees the wedding parties at each train station, he thinks:
“. . .none
Thought of the others they
would never meet
Or how their lives would
all contain this hour.”
Larkin notes the humble
details of mid-century, middle-class English life without snobbery or
condescension. His pace is thoughtful and almost leisurely. But the concluding
lines transcend the merely documentary:
“We slowed again,
And as the tightened
brakes took hold, there swelled
A sense of falling, like
an arrow-shower
Sent out of sight,
somewhere becoming rain.”
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