ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing. Talk fluttered around her; quick gay words Like spring-enchanted birds Darted, their wings flashing with the sheen of laughter. She, a tall young ash-tree, stood there among them As though she were alive with a different kind of life, Slower, wiser, the sap rising surely | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

 

XPT NORTH COAST LINE 2010

 

Journey: the North Coast

Next thing, I wake up in a swaying bunk.

as though on board a clipperlying in the sea,

and it’s the train, that booms and cracks,

it tears the wind apart.

Now the man’s gone

who had the bunk below me.

I swing out,cover his bed and rattle up the sash—there’s sunlight rotating

off the drab carpet.

Source: ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing. Talk fluttered around her; quick gay words Like spring-enchanted birds Darted, their wings flashing with the sheen of laughter. She, a tall young ash-tree, stood there among them As though she were alive with a different kind of life, Slower, wiser, the sap rising surely | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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