A Poem for a Thursday #58

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Do you have the urge to travel? Do you want to escape from everyday life and have new adventures? Then you will relate to this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

The railroad track is miles away,
   And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn't a train goes by all day
   But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn't a train goes by,
   Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
   And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,
   And better friends I'll not be knowing;
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
   No matter where it's going.

Travel
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Brona shared a poem this week as well.

2 comments

  1. Lovely poem. New to me. Thanks for posting.

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    1. It is beautiful, isn't it? I always enjoy her poetry.

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