The tube lift mounts,
                                sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
                                   a black, untidy rose.

The fountain of the escalator
                              curls at the crest,
                                                   breaks and scatters
A winnow of men,
                           a sickle of dark spray.

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Poet: A.S.J. Tessimond
Poem: Tube Station
Volume: The Walls of Glass
Year: Published/Written in 1934
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