Summer 1955 • Vol. XVII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1955 |

The Circular Track

My shadow frowns a hole In electric enlightenment Firing in my reflection A brilliant laughter at the source of speed. The train doubles roaring In recurrent raillery, Shrieks at ironic turns; In this strait-faced interior Fat-Glasses the conductor Smiles the deriding hole of each destination. Up from the rear come the pious pushers Balancing a great ware: "We have seen the light! East it rose behind us in our Western journey. We have seen the light! Come and see the light!" But the big-built poker players roll: Cigars (Straight-faced) in big lips, Sleeves up big arms, Bellies onto big hips, Hug cards In ungenerous hands. After the straight-faced engine scoffs and chaffs The miming train, doubled on its own tale.Putting our heads together I laugh till I lean on my shadow At the hurrying headlight's fixed myopic beam At our speed the fireman's laughter doubles over While the tall Joke-Teller's eyes Shod with a laugh of fire Never look out at the track. Who are the

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