How

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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How high they build hospitals! 
Lighted cliffs, against dawns 
Of days people will die on.
I can see one from here.

How cold winter keeps
And long, ignoring
Our need now for kindness.
Spring has got into the wrong year.

How few people are,
Held apart by acres 
Of housing, and children 
With their shallow violent eyes.