(poetry diary 21) Yesterday I walked by the scene of an accident–a college student had fallen in one of our rotundas and was lying unconscious and bleeding by the stairs. Campus police were there, trying to find out her name, and when I walked outside I got caught in a crowd waiting for an ambulance to pass.
Here’s “Ambulances” by Philip Larkin. He nails it–how when an ambulance comes,
The traffic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.