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I am the blur of
smooth pebbles,
a clouded silhouette
of petal blooms
holding to the railway timber.
I fall to the rush of a train
raging past
as sudden
as a storm; its |
sides
etched
like frescoes decorating
ancient cavern walls
in angry challenges
and aerosol confessions
of love. Pieces of earth
flashing by; creosote
hangs in the air. Its
throat groans, dry
in this summer drought.
It
has seen cooler fields of
blue meadow grasses
seeded with ponds and
well-kept cottages,
and little fishing
boats, tied and ready.
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Still it returns, trumpeting
through the muddle of
lovers and transitory
scrawlings on the wall. |
Across
the dotted lines
of pastureland, a rising
hill. Streams raining
down
a mountain peak
covered in pine.
The deep hollow sound
bellows full
until the hum of a
raging train falls gently
to the quiet of
a single
petal bloom.
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M Madison
11
sep 00
__________________________________________ ..."If
we ride a train, we seem to move with incredible speed as long as we watch only
nearby objects. But if we direct our attention to prominent features of the landscape,
like high mountains, the scenery seems to change very slowly" .... "Ensuring
The Future Of Mankind" by Albert Einstein
Message for Canadian Education
Week, March 2-8, 1952.
Published in Mein Weltbild, Zurich: Europa Verlag,
1953.
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