#high window
High Windows
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s **** her and she’s
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That’ll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
• Jeanloup Sieff • Philip Larkin
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Books in 2013, #7: The High Window by Raymond Chandler ★★★★
I’m always sad when I finish a Chandler novel because it means I have one less Chandler novel left to read.
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