Early Morning Train to Inverness - by
from time to time snow sprinkles from the sky
/ the way flour sifts from a baker’s fist
/
/ grey steel pylons pose…
trains
Trèanaichean - by
Soraidh slàn leis na trèanaichean orains a
/ ghiùlain sinn eadar Baile Ghobhainn ’s Partaig,
/ Sràid na Drochaid is Ceann a’ Chnuic ’s…
With My Mother, Missing the Train - by
She was always late. At the final minute
/ we’d run for the city train, which roared right past,
/ its line of faces…
Travel permit, round trip - by
A small calf on a cart, on cobblestones, happily whisking his tail, a Polish stork, lost in thought, a
/ peasant woman…
The King - by
“FAREWELL, Romance!” the Cave-men said;
/ “With bone well carved he went away,
/ Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead,
/ And jasper tips…
The Boy in the Train - by
Whit wey does the engine say ‘Toot-toot’?
/ Is it feart to gang in the tunnel?
/ Whit wey is the furnace…
bocznica - by
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From a Railway Carriage - by
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
/ Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
/ And charging along like troops in a battle,
/ All through the…