Philip Larkin (1922-1985) The Mower The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I foundA hedgehog jammed up against the blades,Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.Now I had mauled its unobtrusive worldUnmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not.The firstContinue reading “The Mower : Philips Larkin : : Death Poems : :”