Charles Spencer

Crowded house

In ‘Poetry of Departures’, in which Philip Larkin imagines escaping his existence as a librarian for a life of wild daring and adventure, he writes: <em>We all hate home<br /> And having to be there;<br /> I detest my room,<br /> It’s specially-chosen junk,<br /> the good books, the good bed.</em>

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