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Philip Larkin - Autobiography At An Air-Station
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Delay, well, travellers must expect 
Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. 
With all the luggage weighed, the tickets checked, 
It can`t be long… We amble too and fro, 
Sit in steel chairs, buy cigarettes and sweets 
And tea, unfold the papers. Ought we to smile, 
Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats 
You`re best alone. Friendship is not worth while. 

Six hours pass: if I`d gone by boat last night 
I`d be there now. Well, it`s too late for that. 
The kiosk girl is yawning. I fell stale, 
Stupified, by inaction - and, as light 
Begins to ebb outside, by fear, I set 
So much on this Assumption. Now it`s failed.
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