Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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.           Today's poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “Travel” by Edna St. Vincent Millay appears in Millay’s third poetry collection, Second April (M. Kennerley, 1921).   Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on February 22, 1892. Her fourth volume of poems, The Harp Weaver, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1923. Millay died in 1950. Poetry by Millay   Collected Poems (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2011) "And the Trains Go On" by Philip Levine "Souvenir from Anywhere" by Harryette Mullen "Traveling" by Malena Mörling Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038