I remember the gleam of cold starlight on black iron. Ahead lay two ribbons of steel curving into a jagged wall of trees. The train passed through one moonlit town after another, with their houses of weary clapboard and weed-choked yards.

Works:

Frank R. Linderman, Plenty Coups: Chief of the Crows

Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus

Edmond Jabès, “Drawn Curtains”