-Train Journey-
"Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon, out of the confused hammering dark of the train I look and saw under the moon's cold sheet your delicate dry breasts, country that built my heart;
And the small trees on their uncoloured slope like poetry moved, articulate and sharp and purposeful under the great dry flight of air, under the crosswise currents of wind and star".
-Judith Wright-
