Philip Larkin

Philip Larkin (1922-1985)

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