Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 51

The Mower

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 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.







3 comments:

annajouj said...

How delightful . . . I wrote an Ode to my Mower once, and am pleased that I am not the only soul with sentimental attachments to my outdoor equipment :-) I am also chiming in this week, after a bit of a hiatus, in the poetic fun . . .

Beth Hanna said...

Poor little thing! I´m sorry! I forgot today is Wednesday - ALREADY??? I´m at work, so don´t have a poem, although I have some good ones stashed away at home - maybe later - or next Wednesday!

amber said...

oh that is sad! and hedgehogs are so cute!