30 May, 2013
· Poetry
Philip Larkin by Fay Goodwin
Like many , Philip Larkin is one of my favourite poets. His poem ‘Cut Grass’ evokes the English summer as well as anything I've read.
Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers
With hedges snowlike strewn
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace
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