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"I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of us. For this moment I know where I am going."
- Anna Funder
Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,
out of the confused hammering dark of the train
I looked and saw under the moon´s cold sheet
your delicate dry breasts, country that build my heart.
And the small trees on their uncoloured slope
like poetry moved, articulate and sharp
and purposeful under the great dry flight of air,
under the crosswise currents of wind and star.
Clench down your strength, box-tree and ironbark.
Break with your violent root the virgin rock.
Draw from the flying dark is breath of dew
till the unliving come to live in you.
Be over the blind rock a skin of sense,
under the barren height a slender dance...
I woke and saw the dark small trees that burn
suddenly into flowers more lovely that the white moon.
- Judith Wright
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