Hello Friends,
Today's poem is about a persistent irrational longing to throw away all that knows and nurtures you for the unknown —
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Travel
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 sleeping and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with 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.
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By Edna St. Vincent Millay from Second April (1921)
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