When the trains come into strange cities
The citizens come out to meet the strangers.
I love you, Jack, he said
I love you, Jack, he said
At another station.
When passengers come in from strange cities
The citizens come out to help the strangers.
I love you too, I said
I love you too, I said
From another station.
The citizens are kind to passing strangers
And nourish them and kiss their lips in kindness.
I walk the unbelieving streets
I walk the unbelieving streets
In a strange city.
At night in cold new beds the welcomed strangers
Achieve in memory the city's promise.
I wake in love with you
I wake in love with you
At last year's station.
Then say goodbye to citizens and city
Admit this much—that they were kind to strangers.
I leave my love with you
I leave my love with you
In this strange city.
It's a very good poem with philosophical insight. Thanks for posting this poem. Chandan
ONE: True accurate descriptions in this a Second Train Song for Gary, about A train, the citizens and its visitors and visa versa, since the train departs and returns again after some time, just like the cycle of life in a train´s driving history. It depends from which side we look at the train, because the train also goes to strange cities and
TWO: the citizens of that strange city we call strangers, and so on and on. It depends from which side we look at the train. In fact a tender hllarious poem. Oh tad pity, Jack Spicer died very young, he reached only the age.of forty years Congratulations on being chosen as Modern Poem Of The Day. Also to his family in San Frisco, USA. May Jack Spicer rest in peace. Amen. A 10 and much more for the vote..
I wake in love with you! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I leave my love with you I leave my love with you In this strange city... very fine poem. tony
no path is empty of love every though in second the love makes journey for every.....////
At night in cold new beds the welcomed strangers Achieve in memory the city's promise. I wake in love with you beautiful poem great 10++++++
Well descriptive poem on train journey has been astutely delineated by Jack Spicer. Beautiful poem. It is justified foe being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O’ Train You’ve no time - to stay a while, to stop for little introduction. the strange speed pulls you to the strange future and all there – Strangers; the stranger! /// excellent great writing