[{"node":{"title":"Greacen001","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen001","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Trains stop at the wrong places","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen001","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen001_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffTrails Stop at the Wrong Places\n\nThrowing the newspaper aside with a limp gesture,\n\"Ah yea\u201d, one thinks, looking out of the train\nAt a grassy knoll just past a timbered village\nSuddenly frozen and trance-like,\nParadigm of what we have dreamed of\n(Cidered enchantment all scented summer through)\n\"Ah yes, 1 could live, work, happily die there,\n0 for winged heels so 1 could fly there!\nFeel off each swaddling city layer\nOf present, too present end known identity,\nAnd build from scratch  a new man deed frow deed,\nSo scrapping this soiled familiar self\nWith its thousand hesitations and little deaths.\nBut already the train has moved\n(For, oddly, time has not stopped for even a second.)\nAnd that green knoll near a village\nHas blurred and been placed on the rack of memory.\nPick up the newspaper, read mindlessly:\n\"CHILD OF THERES FOUND DEAD IN WOOD\",\nFlick over the page and stifle an oath.\nTrains stop at the wrong places.\n","Type":"Text"}}]