2. Asks me what time it is -- evidently that's a toy wristwatch
3. She's wearing, for fun. And it is fun to wear other
4. Odd things, like this briar pipe and tweed coat
5. Like date-colored sierras with the lines of seams
6. Sketched in and plunging now and then into unfathomable
7. Valleys that can't be deduced by the shape of the person
8. Sitting inside it - me, and just as our way is flat across
9. Dales and gulches, as though our train were a pencil
10. Guided by a ruler held against a photomural of the Alps
11. We both come to see distance as something unofficial
12. And imperonal yet not without its curious justification
13. Like the time of a stopped watch -- right twice a day.
14. Only the wiat in stations is vague and
15. Dimensionless, like oneself. How do they decide how much
16. Time to spend in each? One beings to suspect there's no
17. Rule or that it's applied haphazardly.
18. Sadness of the faces of children on the platform,
19. Concern of the grownups for connections, for the chances
20. Of getting a taxi, since these have no timetable.
21. You get one if you can find one though in principle.
22. You can always fine one, but the segment of chance
23. In the cirlce of certainty is what gives these leaning
24. Tower of Pisa figures their aspect of dogged
25. Impatience, banking forward into the wind.
26. In short any stop before the final one creates
27. Clouds of anxiety, of sad, regretful impatience
28. With ourselves, our lives, the way we have been dealing
29. With other poeple up until now. why couldn't
30. We have been more considerate? These figures leaving
31. The platform or waiting to board the train are my brothers
32. In a way that really wants to tell me why there is so little
33. Panic and disorder in the world, and so much unhappiness.
34. If I were to get down to stretch, take a few steps
35. In the wearying and world-weary clouds of steam like great
36. White apples, might I just through proximity and aping
37. Of postures and attitudes communicate this concern of mine
38. To them? That their jagged attitudes correspond to mine,
39. That their beefing strikes answering silver bells within
40. My own chest, and that I know, as they do, how the last
41. Stop is the most anxious one of all, though it means
42. Getting home at last, to the pleasures and dissatisfactions of home?
43. It's as though a visible chorus called up the different
44. Stages of the journey, singing about them and being them:
45. Not the people in the station, not the child opposite me
46. With currant fingernails, but the windows, seen through,
47. Reflecting imperfectly, ruthlessly splitting open the bluish
48. Vague landscape like a zipper. Each voice has its own
49. Descending scale to put one in one's place at every stage;
50. One need never not know where one is
51. Uncless one give up listening, sleeping, approaching a small
52. Western town that is nothing but a windmill. Then
53. The great fury of the end can drop as the solo
54. Voices tell about it, wreathing it somehow with an aura
55. Of good fortune and colossal welcomes from the mayor and
56. Citizens' committes tossing their hats into the air.
57. To hear them singing you'd think it had already happened
58. And wd had focused back on the furniture of the air.
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