Archibald MacLeish

(7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)

Way-Station - Poem by Archibald MacLeish

The incoherent rushing of the train
Dulls like a drugged pain

To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums

Hush within hush until the night withholds

Only its darkness.
From the deep
Dark a voice calls like a voice in sleep

Slowly a strange name in a strange tongue.


The sleeping listeners a sound
As leaves stir faintly on the ground

When snow falls from a windless sky—
A stir A sigh

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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