The Beautiful Journey

Poem by Henry Bataille Period 19th century

The trains dream in the dew, deep in the stations…
They dream for hours, then grind and start away…
I love these rain-soaked trains that pass through the fields,
These long goods convoys rustling along,
That for the rain have put on their heavy tarpaulin coats,
Or that form all night long in the sheds…
And the cattle trains where mournfully bellow
Beasts that complain to their native village…
All these gray wagons, airtight and closed,
Whose silence glistens under the autumn downpour,
With their faded inscriptions, their infinite
Rest, their abandoned nights, their pale windows…

Henry Bataille

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