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Good luck Charlie!
I could believe Eliot would have loved it.

Cheers,
Peter
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Chokh Raj 
  To: [log in to unmask] 
  Sent: Tuesday, June 07, 2011 3:25 PM
  Subject: Re: TS Eliot: The Railway Cat


        Then, to continue the thread, there's the Japanese Railway feline "stationmaster" .

        http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/unleashed/2008/05/japanese-railwa.html  

        Cheers,
         CR 


        --- On Tue, 6/7/11, David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:  
          WH Auden's little potboiler similar (if not so feline)  
          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 and 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 as she passes
          Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.

          Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
          Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches.
          Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
          They slumber on with paws across.
          In the farm she passes no one wakes,
          But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.

          Dawn freshens, the climb is done.
          Down towards Glasgow she descends
          Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes,
          Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
          Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
          All Scotland waits for her:
          In the dark glens, beside the pale-green sea lochs
          Men long for news.

          Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
          Letters of joy from the girl and the boy,
          Receipted bills and invitations
          To inspect new stock or visit relations,
          And applications for situations
          And timid lovers' declarations
          And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
          News circumstantial, news financial,
          Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
          Letters with faces scrawled in the margin,
          Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
          Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
          Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
          Notes from overseas to Hebrides
          Written on paper of every hue,
          The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
          The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
          The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
          Clever, stupid, short and long,
          The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.

          Thousands are still asleep
          Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
          Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's:
          Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
          Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
          They continue their dreams,
          And shall wake soon and long for letters,
          And none will hear the postman's knock
          Without a quickening of the heart,
          For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

          (W H Auden)



           
          On 7 June 2011 16:36, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

                        "Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat" by T.S. Eliot 

                        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLEEeHj6e_Y&NR=1 

                        Poetry has many voices, indeed !!!

                        CR