诗歌赏析：Ambulances

　　Ambulances

　　Closed like confessionals they thread

　　Loud noons of cities giving back

　　Noen 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 coming from the shops

　　Past smells of different dinners see

　　A wild #CCCCFF 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 trafiic parts to let go by

　　Brings closer what is left to come

　　And dulls to distance all we are.