Since we agreed to let the road between us <br />Fall to disuse, <br />And bricked our gates up, planted trees to screen us, <br />And turned all time's eroding agents loose, <br />Silence, and space, and strangers - our neglect <br />Has not had much effect. <br /> <br />Leaves drift unswept, perhaps; grass creeps unmown; <br />No other change. <br />So clear it stands, so little overgrown, <br />Walking that way tonight would not seem strange, <br />And still would be followed. A little longer, <br />And time would be the stronger, <br /> <br />Drafting a world where no such road will run <br />From you to me; <br />To watch that world come up like a cold sun, <br />Rewarding others, is my liberty. <br />Not to prevent it is my will's fulfillment. <br />Willing it, my ailment.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-road/
