When I drop four cubes of ice
Chimingly in a glass, and add
Three goes of gin, a lemon slice,
And let a ten-ounce tonic void
In foaming gulps until it smothers
Everything else up to the edge,
I lift the lot in private pledge:
He devoted his life to others.

While other people wore like clothes
The human beings in their days
I set myself to bring to those
Who thought I could the lost displays;
It didn’t work for them or me,
But all concerned were nearer thus
(Or so we thought) to all the fuss
Than if we’d missed it separately.

A decent chap, a real good sort,
Straight as a die, one of the best,
A brick, a trump, a proper sport,
Head and shoulders above the rest;
How many Iives would have been duller
Had he not been here below?
Here’s to the whitest man I know –
Though white is not my favourite colour.

Readings

Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Owen McDonnell
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major read by Harold Pinter
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Samuel West
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Deborah Findlay
Select reading
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Owen McDonnell
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major read by Harold Pinter
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Samuel West
Philip Larkin: 'Sympathy in White Major' read by Deborah Findlay
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