Here you will find the Poem The Railroad of poet Elizabeth Daryush
Along the iron rails Plod still with panting power, Range still the empty trails Hour after hour; Stare still where looms ahead Each signal-skeleton, Whose jerking arms forbid Or bid you on, Whose grim lamps rule the glooms With stringent red or green? Forget your sunny home's Wild-paths between Primrose and violet, Your breeze-lit fields of rye... Your golden sheaves forget? Forget, or die.