Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Travel" 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.

There is something about the poetry of Millay that strikes a chord with me. Her imagery can be simple and subtle, or loud and obvious, but it is usually striking in some manner. I hope you enjoy this poem and seek out more of her work.