the chronic insecurity he felt about his poems, which he invariably sent to her as soon as they were written. "Hardly a poem at all," he says apologetically of the wonderful Days. "I can't feel it is very good," he remarks about An Arundel Tomb, while Deceptions is "rather lumpy", Afternoons is "about nothing in particular", Sad Steps is "pretty unoriginal, just another moon poem", Dublinesque is "pretty thin, pretty bad" and The Sea is "no good, of course." She, for her part, recognised his extraordinary gifts almost from the outset, telling him in 1955 that "I like your poetry better than any I ever see--oh, I am sure that you are the one of this generation!"from Irish Independent: Review: Letters to Monica by Philip Larkin edited by Anthony Thwaite
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