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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Trains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tunnelling through the night, the trains pass<br>in a splendour of power, with a sound like thunder<br>shaking the orchards, waking<br>the young from a dream, scattering like glass<br>the old mens' sleep, laying<br>a black trail over the still bloom of the orchards;<br>the trains go north with guns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Strange primitive piece of flesh, the heart laid quiet<br>hearing their cry pierce through its thin-walled cave<br>recalls the forgotten tiger,<br>and leaps awake in its old panic riot;<br>and how shall mind be sober,<br>since blood's red thread still binds us fast in history?<br>Tiger, you walk through all our past and future,<br>troubling the children's sleep'; laying<br>a reeking trail across our dreams of orchards.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=427793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Racing on iron errands, the trains go by,<br>and over the white acres of our orchards<br>hurl their wild summoning cry, their animal cry….<br>the trains go north with guns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Judith+Wright">Judith Wright</a></strong></div>

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