By Philip Larkin
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This won’t be, probably: yet greeds And rubbish are too thick-strewn To be swept up now, or invent Excuses that lead them to all wishes. I simply imagine it is going to ensue, quickly. The Card-Players Jan van Hogspeuw staggers to the door And pisses on the darkish. open air, the rain classes in cart-ruts down the deep dust lane. inside of, Dirk Dogstoerd pours himself a few extra, And holds a cinder to his clay with tongs, Belching out smoke. previous Prijck snores with the gale, His cranium face firelit; a person in the back of beverages ale, And opens mussels, and croaks scraps of songs in the direction of the ham-hung rafters approximately love. Dirk offers the playing cards. rainy century-wide bushes conflict in surrounding starlessness above This lamplit cave, the place Jan turns again and farts, Gobs on the grate, and hits the queen of hearts. Rain, wind and hearth! the key, bestial peace! The development greater than the handsomest lodge The lucent comb exhibits up for miles, yet see, All around it close-ribbed streets upward push and fall Like an outstanding sigh out of the final century. The porters are scruffy; what hold drawing up on the front aren't taxis; and within the corridor in addition to creepers hangs a daunting scent. There are paperbacks, and tea at rather a lot a cup, Like an airport front room, yet those that tamely sit down On rows of metal chairs turning the ripped mags Haven’t come some distance. extra like an area bus, those outdoors outfits and half-filled purchasing baggage And faces stressed and resigned, even if each jiffy comes one of those nurse To fetch somebody away: the remainder refit Cups again to saucers, cough, or look lower than Seats for dropped gloves or playing cards. people, stuck On floor apparently impartial, houses and names by surprise in abeyance; a few are younger, a few outdated, yet such a lot at that imprecise age that says the top of selection, the final of desire; and all right here to admit that whatever has long past fallacious. It has to be errors of a major variety, For see what percentage flooring it wishes, how tall It’s grown through now, and what kind of funds is going In attempting to right it. See the time, Half-past 11 on a operating day, And those picked out of it; see, as they climb To their appointed degrees, how their eyes visit one another, guessing; at the manner Someone’s wheeled previous, in washed-to-rags ward outfits: They see him, too. They’re quiet. to grasp This new factor held in universal makes them quiet, For previous those doorways are rooms, and rooms earlier these, And extra rooms but, each additional off And more durable to come from; and who understands Which he'll see, and while? For the instant, wait, glance down on the backyard. open air turns out sufficiently old: purple brick, lagged pipes, and an individual strolling by means of it Out to the auto park, unfastened. Then, earlier the gate, site visitors; a locked church; brief terraced streets the place childrens chalk video games, and ladies with hair-dos fetch Their separates from the cleaners—O global, Your loves, your probabilities, are past the stretch Of any hand from the following! And so, unreal, A touching dream to which all of us are lulled yet wake from individually. In it, conceits And self-protecting lack of knowledge congeal to hold lifestyles, collapsing merely whilst known as to those corridors (for now once again The nurse beckons—).