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  1. 27 de mar. de 2023 · They slumber on with paws across. They sleep with their paws crossed as the train softly passes by. In the farm she passes no one wakes, she passes by a farm without waking anyone up. People are aware of the arrival of the train at night but they are not worried or amazed by the sound. It is a part of their life.

  2. Analysis. The charming poem “Night Mail” was written in 1936 to accompany the documentary film of the same year and the same title. The film concerned a London, Midland, and Scottish Railway (LMS) mail train traveling from London to Scotland. It was produced by GPO Film Unit, directed by Harry Watt and Basil Wright, and narrated by John ...

  3. Night Mail: Directed by Harry Watt, Basil Wright. With Arthur Clark, John Grierson, Stuart Legg, Robert Rae. Shows the special train on which mail is sorted, dropped and collected on the run, and delivered in Scotland overnight.

  4. The Night Mail: ICSE, BSEM Class 9 English summary, notes. Get notes, line-by-line explanation, summary, questions and answers, critical analysis, word meanings, extras, and pdf of the poem The Night Mail by W.H. Auden. However, the notes should only be treated for references and changes should be made according to the needs of the students.

  5. 15 de jun. de 2008 · In the documentary "Night Mail" (1936), John Grierson narrates the opening scene with WH Auden's poem of the same name, "Night Mail." Auden wrote the poem sp...

  6. 14 de ene. de 2019 · 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, 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 ...

  7. WH 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, 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,