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๐Ÿ— Journal of a Disappointed Man

by Andrew Motion

I discovered these men driving a new pile into the pier.  
There was all the paraphernalia  
of chains, pulleys, cranes, ropes and, as I said,  
a wooden pile, a massive affair, swinging  
  
over the water on a long wire hawser.  
Everything else was in the massive style  
as well, even the men; very powerful men;  
very ruminative and silent men ignoring me.  
  
Speech was not something to interest them,  
and if they talked at all it was like this โ€“  
โ€œLet goโ€, or โ€œHold tightโ€: all monosyllables.  
Nevertheless, by paying close attention  
  
to the obscure movements of one working  
on a ladder by the waterโ€™s edge, I could tell  
that for all their strength and experience  
these men were up against a great difficulty.  
  
I cannot say what. Every one of the monsters  
was silent on the subject โ€“ baffled I thought  
at first, but then I realised indifferent  
and tired of the whole business.  
  
The man nearest to me, still saying nothing  
but crossing his strong arms over his chest,  
showed me that for all he cared the pile  
could go on swinging until the crack of Doom.  
I should say I watched them at least an hour  
and, to do the men justice, their slow efforts  
to overcome the secret problem did continue โ€“  
then gradually slackened and finally ceased.  
  
One massive man after another abandoned  
his position and leaned on the iron rail  
to gaze down like a mystic into the water.  
No one spoke; no one said what they saw;  
  
though one fellow did spit, and with round eyes  
followed the trajectory of his brown bolus  
(he had been chewing tobacco)  
on its slow descent into the same depths.  
  
The foreman, and the most original thinker,  
smoked a cigarette to relieve the tension.  
Afterwards, and with a heavy kind of majesty,  
he turned on his heels and walked away.  
  
With this eclipse of interest, the incident  
was suddenly closed. First in ones and twos,  
then altogether, the men followed. That left  
the pile still in mid-air, and me of course.
baffled
(adj) confused, puzzled
crack of Doom
(n) the end of time
foreman
(n) leader of workmen
hawser
(n) cable used for building
monosyllables
(n) words of one syllable
paraphernalia
(n) equipment, special items
pier
(n) wooden platform over sea
pile
(n) large post used to hold up piers, buildings
ruminative
(adj) thoughtful, reflective
trajectory
(n) path, course of movement
ยฉ Andrew Motion
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