<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abandoned Train Station Near Grandmother's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">.<br>for Lida Harris</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then died there the rose beside the house of tin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The track bore no train for years.<br>Weeds traveled tendriled and<br>yellow rooted between trestles.<br>Broken vessels whistled through<br>shattered teeth of glass.<br>Only wind and no rusted train passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the scene bears dislocation, <br>though the brain remembers station and motion<br>of steam engine and iron wheel rotation<br>the places of old gone passing<br>bear no malice toward stillness.<br>All around mute remains remind the<br>occasional passer of former days; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an old snuff tin crumbled in a reverent hand<br>longs for the woman grasping then, <br>holds sweet dust beneath her tongue<br>as the land must hold her now where is<br>no whisper but sleep beyond sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weeds to the eye are sad between rails<br>but listening to their green and yellow belles<br>the rightness of their swaying displaces all sorrow.<br>Their distance is a distance one cannot know<br>but only borrow in imagination by extension<br>of miles, their reach is ours then, translated<br>green and longing, their leaves throng the<br>evening air, in silent clamor fling down seed<br>to summer's blundering prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535529" data-title="Abandoned Train Station Near Grandmother's Grave de Warren Falcon" data-description=". for Lida Harris Then died there the rose beside the house of tin. The track bore no train for years. Weeds traveled tendriled and yellow rooted between trestles. Broken vessels whistled through shattered teeth of glass. Only wind and no rusted..."></div> </div> </div>

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