https://youtu.be/i5C3wth2v_w I Remember, I Remember Coming up England by a different lineFor once, early in the cold new year,We stopped, and, watching men with number platesSprint down the platform to familiar gates,“Why, Coventry!” I exclaimed. “I was born here.” 5 I leant far out, and squinnied for a signThat this was still the town thatContinue reading “I Remember, I Remember : Philips Larkin : ( 1 ) : : Poem Reading : Tom O’Bedlam : ( 2 ) : : Childhood Poems : :”