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Anonymous asked in Education & ReferenceHomework Help · 1 decade ago

does anyone have the summary of the poem 'Night Mail'?

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  • fidget
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    1 decade ago
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    I recommend that you see the film made by the GPO in 1936 or at least listen to it with Britten's music. Here's the text anyway:

    NIGHT MAIL

    by W H Auden

    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.

    Sheepdogs 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?

  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    Yes. This guy mails this thing and it gets sent during the night.

  • 4 years ago

    i don't understand somewhat what to assert, Mr. Joker... it quite is totally melancholy. I hate to admit i will relate to it on many stages additionally - i got here upon that astounding - issues i does not tell maximum persons. It runs deep, hits puzzling, and is from the soul. it quite is sturdy that it quite is uncooked - if it have been me, i does not sparkling it up too lots. it quite is meant to be grungy... till the final verse. somewhat solid. quite blues fabric. As JC as quickly as suggested of my poem, "*bangs glass on table* right here, right here!"

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