<> Greacen001 Unpublished Poems Greacen Estate 19 Jan Linen Hall Library Wednesday, March 16, 2016 TIFF Greacen001 Manuscript Trains stop at the wrong places English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen001 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen001_0.jpg LHL Archive Trails Stop at the Wrong Places Throwing the newspaper aside with a limp gesture, "Ah yea”, one thinks, looking out of the train At a grassy knoll just past a timbered village Suddenly frozen and trance-like, Paradigm of what we have dreamed of (Cidered enchantment all scented summer through) "Ah yes, 1 could live, work, happily die there, 0 for winged heels so 1 could fly there! Feel off each swaddling city layer Of present, too present end known identity, And build from scratch a new man deed frow deed, So scrapping this soiled familiar self With its thousand hesitations and little deaths. But already the train has moved (For, oddly, time has not stopped for even a second.) And that green knoll near a village Has blurred and been placed on the rack of memory. Pick up the newspaper, read mindlessly: "CHILD OF THERES FOUND DEAD IN WOOD", Flick over the page and stifle an oath. Trains stop at the wrong places. Text