“While there is still time”
The Mower BY PHILIP LARKIN The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen…
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda
The Mower BY PHILIP LARKIN The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen…
So he sat, watching the armies of sparks that wandered through the fire. He spoke sometimes, but not to Father Adam. ‘Yet it still stands.’ Then he moaned and rocked…