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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
ten times
Train whistle sounding
through the night
not once, not twice...
I love how this poem continues on in the space limned between the title and the few written words... just as a train moves across the landscape, prominent at the point closest to one's audible and visible view, then filtering off into the distances..........
I love how this poem continues on in the space limned between the title and the few written words... just as a train moves across the landscape, prominent at the point closest to one's audible and visible view, then filtering off into the distances..........
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The ellipsis seems particularly evocative to me.
I think the title says too much. Better to leave this lovely poem a mystery.
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