Wow. There's some beautiful stuff there - pity the whole programme isn't still available. I loved this one .....
Men with picked voices chant the names
of cities in a huge gallery: promises
that pull through descending stairways
to a deep rumbling.
The rubbing feet
of those coming to be carried quicken a
grey pavement into soft light that rocks
to and fro, under the domed ceiling,
across and across from pale
earthcolored walls of bare limestone.
Covertly the hands of a great clock
go round and round! Were they to
move quickly and at once the whole
secret would be out and the shuffling
of all ants be done forever.
A leaning pyramid of sunlight, narrowing
out at a high window, moves by the clock:
disaccordant hands straining out from
a center: inevitable postures infinitely
repeated --
two twofour twoeight!
Porters in red hats run on narrow platforms.
This way ma'am!
-- important not to take
the wrong train!
Lights from the concrete
ceiling hang crooked but --
Poised horizontal
on glittering parallels the dingy cylinders
packed with a warm glow inviting entry
pull against the hour. But brakes can
hold a fixed posture till --
The whistle!