Elizabeth Daryush

Here you will find the Poem The Railroad of poet Elizabeth Daryush

The Railroad

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.