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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIS RAILWAY STATION, by ALLAN M. LAING First Line: This squalid dome of soot-obscured glass Last Line: This builder's blot, this curse, this railway station. Subject(s): Dramatists; Poetry & Poets; Railroads; Shakespeare, William (1564-1616); Railways; Trains | |||
This squalid dome of soot-obscuréd glass, This larger lavatory or spittoon, This vault of echoes, rudely amplified, This meeting-place of draughts, whose smut-filled air Strikes chill upon the stoutest traveller's chest, This worried trippers' haunt, this dunghill world Whence porter-cocks crow false civilities, This traffic jam, stirred in a thousand jars, Which serves as hypodermic for the times, Inoculating tourists 'gainst the press Of progress and the piercing shrieks of speed, This dark and dank depression of the soul, This builder's blot, this curse, this Railway Station. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS THE NEW JERUSALEM by ALLAN M. LAING |
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