Philip Larkin

Two Roads Diverged In a Yellow Wood, What Happened Next Will Make All the Difference. You Won't Believe What This Poet Compared To A Summer's Day These Plums Which You Were Probably Saving For Breakfast Were In An Icebox, You Won't…

An early poem by one of England’s most-loved fascists - ahem, excuse me, poets –  can be read here (dunno why you would bother, though) THE KNOWN INTERPRETATION Everyone, from your average Leaving Certificate student to those poor…