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[post_content] => Two women wipe back sweat
Beneath their flat caps
At the station on the main line;
The weeping, the waiting, the working.
Intrepid lady steers
Her tram-car at dusk
Towards the city-limits;
The weeping, the waiting, the working.
A bus-driver sips hot milk
At the close of a dusty day;
The working, the waiting, the weeping.
Five girls on production line,
With sulphurous hands and owlish eyes,
Smiling round their gritted teeth.
Toil fills up their shell-hole hearts;
The watching, the working, the waiting.
In a small London suburb a century ago,
The telegraph boy wends his way in the dark
To a white head and a rocking chair.
Like sea-bathers treading water before sunrise,
Waiting.
Like Penelope fretting lonely at her loom,
Waiting.
Like a lover half-asleep on the hearth rug,
Her hair lit up like a landing-flare
In the darkling hush of the evening:
Watching. Working. Waiting.
[post_title] => Marylebone Station, 1914
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Two women wipe back sweat
Beneath their flat caps
At the station on the main line;
The weeping, the waiting, the working.
Intrepid lady steers
Her tram-car at dusk
Towards the city-limits;
The weeping, the waiting, the working.
A bus-driver sips hot milk
At the close of a dusty day;
The working, the waiting, the weeping.
Five girls on production line,
With sulphurous hands and owlish eyes,
Smiling round their gritted teeth.
Toil fills up their shell-hole hearts;
The watching, the working, the waiting.
In a small London suburb a century ago,
The telegraph boy wends his way in the dark
To a white head and a rocking chair.
Like sea-bathers treading water before sunrise,
Waiting.
Like Penelope fretting lonely at her loom,
Waiting.
Like a lover half-asleep on the hearth rug,
Her hair lit up like a landing-flare
In the darkling hush of the evening:
Watching. Working. Waiting.