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11.20.2019
late to the train
[Poet], on whose train all are late...
—Marina Tsvetaeva, "
Poets
", translated by Ilya Shambat
1.08.2016
high clear sound
A train whistle and other things inherently poetic.
6.29.2008
train window
Images in a poem flicker by in fleeting transit like things seen from a train window.
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