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Philip Larkin

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Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
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Interview with Miriam Gross, "A voice for our time" in The Observer (16 December 1979); republished in Required Writing: Miscellaneous Pieces, 1955-1982 (1983)

 
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