The incoherent rushing of the train
Dulls like a drugged pain
Numbs
To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums
Unfolds
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.
Among
The sleeping listeners a sound
As leaves stir faintly on the ground
When snow falls from a windless sky-
A stir A sigh
Way-station
Archibald Macleish
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Poem topics: dark, night, pain, sky, sleep, snow, tongue, deep, sound, train, voice, strange, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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