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Thursday, 12 January 2012

Night mail poem by w.h Auden














Night mail
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, the girl next door.

Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb;

The gradient,s against her, but she,s on time.

Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder,

Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,

Snorting noisily ,she passes

Silent miles of wing-bent grasses.

Birds turn their heads as she approaches,

Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches.

Sneep-dogs cannot turn her course;

They slumber on with paws across.

In the farm she passes; on one wakes.

But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes.
w.h Auden
Theme of this poem

The Poet describes the journey of a mail train that travels all

night to bring cheques, postal orders and letters for different

people living at different cities and towns.Sometimes it has to

climb on steep slopes. Some times it runs on smooth plains.

But whatever the case may be,it is always on time as it follows

a time schedle.

w.h Auden was born in 1907.He live as a teacher in england and

scotland.His poetry full of fun and taunt.He was a great poet.

(F)Alone

I hope you like this poem.

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