The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
So wrote Philip Larkin in his poem The Mower. And from today the public can view one of Larkin's own lawnmowers (although, sadly, not the one that finished off the hedgehog) at the British Library in King's Cross.

Alongside Larkin's grass-encrusted mower visitors can also Dryden's translation of Virgil's agricultural odes, and the manuscript of Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden.



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