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.
I am busy working to bring Philip Arthur Larkin's "How" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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