10 October 2022

Recalling Philip Larkin’s
links with Lichfield on
his 100th anniversary

33 Cherry Orchard, Lichfield … Philip Larkin spent Christmas 1940 here after the Larkin family moved during the Coventry Blitz (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)

Patrick Comerford

This year marks the 100th anniversary of the birth of the poet Philip Larkin (1922-1985), who was born on 9 August 1922.

A series of centenary events continue across the country, with events including poetry, dance, talks, music, theatre discussions, art exhibitions, conferences, online conversations, a 1950s quiz, a Larkin walk in East Yorkshire, a revival of Ben Brown’s play, ‘Larkin With Women,’ a Larkin Day in Wellington, Shropshire, where he began his career as a librarian, a Larkin Day in Loughborough and a joint conference with the Betjeman Society on their collaborative adventures.

Last week, on the eve of National Poetry Day, Mary Beard introduced a Larkin Poetry Hour in the British Library. There are ‘High Tea and Poetry‘ afternoons in the James Reckett Reading Room in Hull Central Library. A range of activities Hull Libraries culminates in a Larkin exhibition in the Central Library in December.

Larkin worked in Belfast in 1950-1955, and tomorrow (Tuesday 11 October 2022), as part of the Belfast International Arts Festival, Philip Pullen, Chair of Larkin100, gives a talk, ‘Larkin in Belfast: The Importance of Elsewhere’.

The annual commemoration by the Philip Larkin Society on 2 December, the day Larkin died in 1985, takes place this year in Westminster Abbey, including Evensong, a short ceremony in Poets’ Corner and readings of his poems. His stone in Poets’ Cornet includes words from one of his best-known poems, An Arundel Tomb (1964): ‘our almost-instinct almost true What will survive of us is love.’

The PLS Conference, ‘Bad habits of expectancy’, takes place at the University of Hull on 8-9 December.

Larkin has been described by Andrew Motion as ‘one of the two or three most important British poets of the last part of the 20th century,’ and Clive James once said he ‘was the greatest poet of his time.’

Duart House at 31 Saint John Street … once a home of the Larkin family (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)

Peter Young, former Town Clerk of Lichfield, has spoken on many occasions about Larkin’s associations with Lichfield. Larkin once said of Lichfield: ‘God this place is dull.’ While he was staying at 9 Sturgeon’s Hill, Lichfield, in October 1940, he wrote, ‘At first I didn’t like staying here at all … Lichfield is a home for shopping as you from Leicester and I from Oxford realise or will realise. But for Peace & Quiet, Incorporated, it’s fine. I shall sink into a primeval slime.’

Despite these feelings, Larkin wrote three poems in Lichfield that are anything but dull and they form an important part of his collected works.

The Larkin family’s links with Lichfield date back to 1757, and many generations of the family are buried in the churchyard at Saint Michael’s Church. Some Larkin families lived at No 49 Tamworth Street, No 21 Tamworth Street, beside the former Regal Cinema and now the site of the Whippet Inn, and at No 21 Saint John Street.

Philip Larkin was born in Coventry, the only son and younger child of Eva Larkin and her husband, Sydney Larkin (1884-1948), who was from Lichfield. In October 1940, during the Coventry blitz, Eva and Sydney moved with their family to No 33 Cherry Orchard, Lichfield, the family home of an aunt and uncle. The house was too small for all the Larkins, however, and Philip Larkin moved around the corner to 9 Sturgeon’s Hill, where he had a room to himself.

The sign of the Swan on Bird Street (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)

When Larkin returned to Lichfield from Oxford for a Christmas holiday in 1940-1941, he regularly walked into the centre of Lichfield to drink in the George and the Swan. During this time in Lichfield, he wrote three poems: Christmas 1940, Out in the lane I pause and Ghosts.

In Out in the lane I pause, the poet is standing alone under a starless sky beside a railway bridge. From his invisible vantage point, he contemplates the futures of the ‘Girls and their soldiers from the town’ whose steps he can hear on the steep road towards the shops, and the war-time disappointments to come.

Larkin wrote this poem on the nights of 18 and 19 December 1940, and included it in a letter to his school friend, James Ballard Sutton (1921-1997), on 20 December, along with two other poems, Christmas 1940 and Ghosts, written in Lichfield on the night of 19 December 1940.

Peter Young has suggested that Larkin may have referred to the Gazebo on Borrowcrop Hill in Christmas 1940, and that in Ghosts he is referring to the ghost story of the White Lady at the Swan on Bird Street, once the oldest pub in Lichfield.

Writing about Christmas 1940, Larkin told Jim Sutton: ‘I scribbled this in a coma at about 11.45 p.m. last night. The only thing is that its impulse is not purely negative – except for the last 2 lines, where I break off into mumblings of dotage.’

This poem was never published during Larkin’s own lifetime. It was first published in 1992 in Selected Letters of Philip Larkin, 1940-1985, edited by Anthony Thwaite (p. 8). It was included in 2005 by AT Tolley in Philip Larkin: Early Poems and Juvenalia (p 135), and it is included by Archie Burnett in Philip Larkin: The Complete Poems (p 171).

‘If only that so many dead lie round’ … members of the Larkin family are buried at Saint Michael’s Churchyard, Lichfield, and Philip Larkin’s parents are named on tablets (Photograph: Patrick Comerford)

Christmas 1940

‘High on arched field I stand
Alone: the night is full of stars:
Enormous over tree and farm
The night extends,
And looks down equally to all on earth.

‘So I return their look; and laugh
To see as them my living stars
Flung from east to west across
A windless gulf?

– So much to say that I have never said,
Or ever could.’

The ashes of Philip Larkin’s mother, Eva, were buried in Saint Michael’s Churchyard in 1977, and although the poet is buried at Cottingham, near Hull, both Eva and Sydney Larkin are named on tablets among the raised stones in Saint Michael’s.

Despite his well-known line in ‘This Be The Verse’ about parents, the poet visited the graves regularly, he witnessed his mother’s ashes being buried there in 1977, and he once asked for a plan of the churchyard. He died in 1985.



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