I'm re-reading some Larkin at the moment, a thrilling and simultaneously unpleasant experience. That led me to R S Thomas, perhaps the greatest poet of the last hundred years, and whom Larkin not-quite hilariously referred to as 'Arsewipe Thomas'.
Specifically, wondering about Larkin's posthumous reputation made me think of Thomas's bitter, despairing, 'Death of a Poet'.
Laid now on his smooth bed
I wonder if he had it in mind the last time I saw him give a reading. It was in Bangor University's main lecture theatre. Thomas has just published Between Sea and Sky: Images of Bardsey, a collaboration with Peter Hope Jones, the photographer. Thomas was very old and frail, and many of us suspected it was his last public appearance. Some more mercenary people thought so too: whereas I asked him to sign Between Sea and Sky, the book-dealers were hovering like vultures, getting him to sign much older and valuable editions solely to increase their value.