Coming by Philip Larkin
A laurel hedge Coming : 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's Society: http://philiplarkin.com/ A Youtube video adding images to the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19dsXv_GJaU The sound of a thrush: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdiPtYL35Uk An online review: https://classicalartsuniverse.com/philip-larkin-coming-summary-analysis/ ___ In a 1964 interview with the BBC, Larkin talked about "Coming". "The most difficult kind of poem to write is the expression of a sharp uncomplicated experience, the vivid emotion you can't wind yourself...