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In a BBC talk on 3 July 1964 Larkin spoke about this as follows: “The most difficult kind of poem to write is the
expression of a sharp uncomplicated experience, the vivid emotion you can’t
wind yourself into slowly but have to take a single shot at, hit or miss. Some fifteen years ago in February, I heard a bird singing in
some garden when I was walking home from work: after tea I tried to describe it,
and after supper revised what I had written. That was the poem, and I must say I have always found it
successful. It is called ‘Coming’ – what is coming, I suppose, is spring." On longer evenings, Light, chill and yellow, Bathes the serene Foreheads of houses. A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice Astonishing the brickwork. It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon – And I, whose childhood Is a forgotten boredom, Feel like a child Who comes on a scene Of adult reconciling, And can understand nothing But the unusual laughter, And starts to be happy.
Philip Larkin 25 Feb 1950
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