Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

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

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

(by Philip Larkin)

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