<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0041 Goods train in the night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Film meets the poetic image, <br>and in some things never fails – as when</div><div style="margin:10px 0">out there alone in the prairie -<br>the steppes, the tundra, <br>snowfields, desert -<br>past midnight, the heavens<br>a carpet of stars, maybe a flash<br>over the horizon of Northern Lights, <br>or the centered assurance of the Southern Cross, <br>silence broken only by a howl, <br>was that a wolf, <br>just one observer as<br>a camera, a poet, whom<br>we never see..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then a distant sound and <br>one plaintive assertive impersonal wail and<br>almost too soon, the fast rhythmic rattle<br>of a goods train on the railway line over there<br>but near enough to shake the scene, and<br>seemingly endless; minutes pass? then as suddenly<br>it’s past, it’s gone… and the silence following<br>is deeper, huge, saying something huge<br>by the absence of anything said…or</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back in the city, the child rewarded for trust by trust, <br>allowed to wander the railway goods yard<br>next to the gasworks down the sulphured end of town, <br>miniatured rail tracks leading to the glowing maw<br>of the furnaces; but all afternoon-sleepy between trains except for<br>over there, the ceaseless smack and clang and clink of chain and<br>barely audible sigh of wagon wheels and buffers<br>as invisible engine and railwaymen shunt and couple, <br>shunt, uncouple, couple, empty wagons for return<br>to far-off places named upon their sides…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was this how I learned to make poetry, <br>shunting, uncoupling, coupling<br>empty words into lines of trucks that have direction, <br>to return to heart's-truth and poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and timely, late at night, out there in the waiting solitude<br>to disturb that great silence under a canopy of stars, <br>singing their rhythm in the dreaming night<br>with the assurance of human company, <br>leaving behind them<br>a deeper silence in the listening heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460535" data-title="0041 Goods train in the night de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Film meets the poetic image, and in some things never fails – as when out there alone in the prairie - the steppes, the tundra, snowfields, desert - past midnight, the heavens a carpet of stars, maybe a flash over the horizon of Northern Ligh..."></div> </div> </div>

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