News at Eleven: I have a hunch that there's more

to be said of [Philip] Larkin's painterly eye, and wonder whether, by rereading the poems, we might build up a gallery of visual inspirations. Was he thinking of Louis Lassalle's Winter (another Christmas card) when he wrote Gathering Wood? Do the strikingly descriptive Dublinesque, Cut Grass or Home Is So Sad hang somewhere? There's nothing further in this archive to suggest it, but I can almost see them in their frames.

from The Sunday Times: Revealingly yours, Philip Larkin

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