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Mother, Summer, IMy mother, who hates thunder storms,Holds up each summer day and shakesIt out suspiciously, lest swarmsOf grape-dark clouds are lurking there;But when the August weather breaksAnd rains begin, and brittle frostSharpens the bird-abandoned air,Her worried summer look is lost, And I her son, though summer-bornAnd summer-loving, none the lessAm easier when the leavesContinue reading “Mother , Summer , I : Philips Larkin : : Mother Poems : :”