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Chemin De Fer

Alone on the railroad track  I walked with pounding heart.

The ties were too close together  or maybe too far apart.

The scenery was impoverished:  scrub-pine and oak; beyondits mingled gray-green foliage  I saw the little pondwhere the dirty old hermit lives,  lie like an old tearholding onto its injuries  lucidly year after year.

The hermit shot off his shot-gun  and the tree by his cabin shook.

Over the pond went a ripple  The pet hen went chook-chook."Love should be put into action!"  screamed the old hermit.

Across the pond an echo  tried and tried to confirm it.

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Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979) was an American poet and short-story writer. She was Consultant in Poetry to the Library o…

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