Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude
Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants,
And the widening river's slow presence,
The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud,
Gathers to the surprise of a large town:
Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster
Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water,
And residents from raw estates, brought down
The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys,
Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires -
Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies,
Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers –
A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling
Where only salesmen and relations come
Within a terminate and fishy-smelling
Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum,
It is in the first line of the third stanza that Larkin’s snobbery emerges. The people are a “cut-price crowd”, implying cheap taste, limited funds and materialism. The collective noun “crowd” denies their individuality.  The description “urban yet simple” suggests that Larkin would have preferred “urban yet sophisticated. The adjective "simple” is somewhat insulting, implying the population was child-like and lacked finer perception.
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