Today is my sister’s birthday – just over 18 months since she died. And bad news has come about a very old friend, so amid all the Jubilee manufactured jollity, this turns out to be a time when one turns to music and poetry because nothing else will do, quite. Someone sent me these four lines from Larkin’s ‘Ambulances’ –
And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do,
And for a second get it whole,
So permanent and blank and true.