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The word “infrastructure” is not a Larkin word. For that, you would need a very different kind of poetry, say Geoffrey Hill’s High Modernism in ancient sapphics, the first poem in his new volume Odi Barbare (2012): Anarchs’ paradiso the infrastructure, Luck permitting love and its grave verdictives. Some have gone purblind and athwart our sensors, Broken not brain dead. see current NYRB online Ricks on Larkin