SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.
i...
i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the while
in horrid - hooting stanza -
then...
chase itself down hill
and neigheee like Boanerges.
And prompter than a Star
STOP! docile... omnipotent...
at it's own stable door.
THIS train is long - true - but
full of a mystical candy,
exclusive portions too sweet
to taste, for the negligible palates, o'...
mere... mortal... men....
._.
I don't quite follow, please add author's note. Thanks for sharing.
The Cobbler: she might not like you but she'd love the poem. just like I do cool! (Report)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very cool. The language has roll and charm. Seeing action as attitude takes you to the heart of things.