Words as plain as hen-birds' wings
Do not lie,
Do not over-broider things -
Are loo shy
Thoughts that shuffle round like pence
Through each reign,
Wear down to their simplest sense,
Yet remain.
Weeds are not supposed to grow,
But by degrees
Some achieve a flower, although
No one sees.
I am busy working to bring Philip Arthur Larkin's "Modesties" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Philip Arthur Larkin's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Modesties" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.