Philip Arthur Larkin (Филип Артур Ларкин)

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed.  It had been in the long grass.
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I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably.  Burial was no help:
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Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
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Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

1. To Failure
2. Sad Steps
3. At Grass
4. Love Songs in Age
5. The Building

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