Ventanas altas

Larkin's poems often reflect a sense of melancholy and disillusionment. I'm curious whether his own experiences shaped this introspective mood or if it was more about the era he lived in.

Many poems evoke a feeling of longing or loss, but some lines felt especially haunting. Were there specific images that resonated or made you reflect on your own mortality?

Larkin covers topics from everyday life to profound existential questions. I wonder what guided his choice to explore such a broad spectrum within a single volume.