W. H. Auden
Gare du Midi
A nondescript express in from the South,
Crowds round the ticket barrier, a face
To welcome which the mayor has not contrived
Bugles or braid: something about the mouth
Distracts the stray look with alarm and pity.
Snow is falling. Clutching a little case,
He walks out briskly to infect a city
Whose terrible future may have just arrived.
Franco Buffoni
Gare du Midi
Un treno qualunque che viene da Sud,
Alla stazione folla alle transenne,...
