Ambulances (Philip Larkin)
Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back
None of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey, arms on a plaque,
They come to rest at any kerb:
All streets in time are visited. -
Then children strewn on steps or road,
Or women coming from the shops
Past smells of different dinners, see
A wild white face that overtops
Red stretcher-blankets momently
As it is carried in and stowed,
And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do,
And for a second get it whole,
So permanent and blank and true.
The fastened doors recede. Poor soul,
They whisper at their own distress;
For borne away in deadened air
May go the sudden shut of loss
Round something nearly at an end,
And what cohered in it across
The years, the unique random blend
Of families and fashions, there
At last begin to loosen. Far
From the exchange of love to lie
Unreachable inside a room
The traffic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
I have read this peom over triple times and tried to understand it each time, but it seems so hard for me to appreciate it according to my present English level. I tries to imagine the version of the coming ambulence in fast speed and the repercussion towards it from the people,atmosphere nearby. But I can't believe it that such a common thing of ambulence can stimulate the author so much imagination to depict and create such a peom,like the writer used " emptiness ' and 'soul' ,how could they tied together to an ambulence???
So what do you think the theme of this peom is? Can you tell me? And would you like to tell me what's your ideas of it?
I 'm afraid I have to read it more later.
BTW,I have read the others peoms written by Dickinson shared by Ron, but those peoms are so abstract that I was tossed in the loss totally.
I will give more comments about them.
Lucy in the ocean of peotry
( almost drown