Here’s a link to Philip Larkin reading his poem, ‘Church Going’, and here is a definition and a picture of a rood loft (but don’t worry about this too much, the speaker in the poem, like most of us, seems not to know what a rood loft is).
And here is a link to the poem, and that final stanza again:
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognised, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.
Please post your comments on the poem below, in the ‘comments’ section. I’m curious to read your responses. If you have any questions about the poem, about any aspect of it you don’t understand, or about any of Larkin’s other work, you can also post them here.