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    The poem describes the coming of spring through imagery of a thrush singing in a garden, bathing houses in yellow evening light. The speaker feels like a child again in this scene, unable to understand adult interactions but made happy by the unusual laughter as spring arrives, when their childhood of boredom is now forgotten.

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    The poem describes the coming of spring through imagery of a thrush singing in a garden, bathing houses in yellow evening light. The speaker feels like a child again in this scene, unable to understand adult interactions but made happy by the unusual laughter as spring arrives, when their childhood of boredom is now forgotten.

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    Coming Poem by - Philip Larkin

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    The poem describes the coming of spring through imagery of a thrush singing in a garden, bathing houses in yellow evening light. The speaker feels like a child again in this scene, unable to understand adult interactions but made happy by the unusual laughter as spring arrives, when their childhood of boredom is now forgotten.

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    Coming Poem

    By:-Philip
    Larkin
    Done by :- Nina Achu Abraham
    8 IG
    •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.

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