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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Night Mail ~ by W. H. Auden

Image: The Fast Mail Train ~ Engine No. 110 ~
from Harper's Weekly, November 27th, 1877
This is the Night Mail crossing the border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner and the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient's against her, but she's on time.
Thro' sparse counties she rampages,
Her driver's eye upon the gauges.
Panting up past lonely farms
Fed by the fireman's restless arms
Striding forward along the rails
Thro' southern uplands
With northern mails.
Winding up the valley to the watershed,

Thro' the heather and the weather
And the dawn overhead.
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
Snorting noisily as she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.
Birds turn their heads
As she approaches,
Stare from the bushes
At her blank-faced coaches.
Sheepdogs cannot turn her course;
They slumber on with paws across.
In the farm she passes no one wakes,
But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.
Dawn freshens, the climb is done.

Down towards Glasgow
She descends
Towards the steam tugs
Yelping down the glade of cranes,
Towards the fields of
Apparatus, the furnaces
Set on the dark plain
Like gigantic chessmen.
All Scotland waits for her:
In the dark glens,
Beside the pale-green sea lochs
Men long for news.
Letters of thanks, letters from banks,

Letters of joy from the girl and the boy,
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or visit relations,
And applications for situations
And timid lovers' declarations
And gossip,
Gossip from all the nations,
News circumstantial,
News financial,
Letters with
Holiday snaps to enlarge in,
Letters with faces
Scrawled in the margin,
Letters from uncles,
Cousins, and aunts,
Letters to Scotland
Fom the South of France,
Letters of condolence
To Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from overseas to Hebrides
Written on paper of every hue,
The pink, the violet,
The white and the blue,
The chatty, the catty,
The boring, adoring,
The cold and official
And the heart's outpouring,
Clever, stupid, short and long,
The typed and the printed
And the spelt all wrong.
Thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
Or of friendly tea beside the band
At Cranston's or Crawford's:
Asleep in working Glasgow,
Asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
They continue their dreams,
And shall wake soon and long for letters,
And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart,
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

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