And Now, a Poem on Travel
Today, October 4, 2012, is recognized as National Poetry Day. Typically we don't go in for these secondary holidays, but since writing and travel have always gone hand-in-hand, today we bring you one of our own personal favorite poems.
The simply titled "Travel," is by American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. She didn't do much traveling outside the east coast in her lifetime, but the desire was there. Tip: replace the train imagery with that of airplanes, and it's instantly applicable to today.
Travel 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 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.