Tuesday, March 12, 2013


the railway station

the darkness brings no quiet here, the light
no waking: ever on my blinded brain
the flare of lights, the rush, and cry, and strain, 
the engines' scream, the hiss and thunder smite: 
i see the hurrying crowds, the clasp, the flight, 
faces that touch, eyes that are dim with pain: 
i see the hoarse wheels turn, and the great train
move labouring out into the bourneless night. 
so many souls within its dim recesses, 
so many bright, so many mournful eyes: 
mine eyes that watch grow fixed with dreams and guesses; 
what threads of life, what hidden histories, 
what sweet or passionate dreams and dark distresses, 
what unknown thoughts, what various agonies! 

archibald lampman


Kay said...

hi steven, your blog at the moment makes me think of the kate bush album fifty words for snow!!....beautiful pictures, words and quotes..x

steven said...

ha kay - you're so right! i'm hanging onto the snow pictures and the ice pictures i think because it's slowlllllllllly fading away. steven