We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din—
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.
"Good-by!" "Good-by!"—you turned to go,
I felt the train's slow heavy start,—
You thought to see me cry, but oh,
My tears were hidden in my heart.
I am busy working to bring Sara Teasdale's "In a Railroad Station" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the home page for other musical arrangements or learn more about Sara Teasdale's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "In a Railroad Station" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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