Text of the express by Stephen spender?

Answer 1

After the first powerful, plain manifesto

The black statement of pistons, without more fuss

But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.

Without bowing and with restrained unconcern

She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,

The gasworks, and at last the heavy page

Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.

Beyond the town, there lies the open country

Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,

The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.

It is now she begins to sing --- at first quite low

Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness ---

The song of her whistle screaming at curves,

Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.

And always light, aerial, underneath,

Retreats the elate metre of her wheels.

Streaming through metal landscapes on her lines,

She plunges new eras of white happiness,

Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves

And parallels clean like trajectories from guns.

At last, further than Edinburgh or Rome,

Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night

Where only a low stream-line brightness

Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is light.

Ah, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced,

Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough

Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.

Answer 2

The Express by the Auden Generation poet, Stephen Spender is a modern Romantic Poem glorifying the Express train in motion, which can be regarded as a symbol of industrial revolution. The poem is an answer to the degenerating world of the 20th century, with hardly anything to speak or think of Romantically. With the steaming Express train placed beyond "the bird's song" & "boughs breaking with honey buds", the poet drives home the message that the new age Romanticism will not wither away. A true Romantic is likely to find new "wild happiness" from amidst the machines, gas works and pistons. The poem is literally " a living poem in motion" with its alliteration, blank verse and concrete images covering power and glory, death, metaphysical transcend. It's a personal meditative poem starting from the plain of reality and ascending to the realms of metaphysical.

Answer 3

I want the review of the poem 'The Express' written by Stephen spender

Answer 4

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