At three in the morning,
A quietness descends on central railway stations.
A mail van, or an ambulance, may be there;
A man in pointed boots, a Miss Carew.
Quietness keeps them apart,
The quietness that descends on central railway stations.
It is not meant for me.
It is not meant for you.
(Christopher Middleton, from Torse 3: Poems 1949–1961.)
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