What Will Survive of Us Is Love

Philip larkin's last line in his book is, what will survive of us is love. It seems to prove our almost instinct almost true. A great poet would not accidentally leave a whole collection of poetry with the line unless he wanted us to at least consider that as a possibility. Andate, i comes through this lightin quite battle scarred, after all the all the qualifiers that he puts on it. It is a blurry old epitaph on this fading stone, but it still lingers. What will survive of we is love. Yer eade, i think, i think im it.