Tuesday, March 12, 2013

tracks



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

2 comments:

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