Memory train,
Stopping at all of the stations throughout the continental
United States,
Dropping off the current vestiges of emotion to pickup
the full-length experience of Back When,
Boarding the lingering tastes, remaining touches, the
salvaged of the broken, the recalled of the forgotten,
Loaded and situated,
Primed and ready for departure,
Bringing together and forming previous grandeur—
Undisturbed, as if nothing broke the contented idleness,
New, just as once was,
Resilient with untested courage,
Happy in thoughtless myopia:
It’s gaining speed, this memory train,
It’s gathering the momentum which will bring us all the
way here to the past.
The memory train,
An itinerary conveying the scheduled stops of fleeting
reminiscence,
But one must be prepared for the unexpected remorse
and self-contempt and jubilee and doubt and
questions of the Once Been—
It’s the price you pay for a very inexpensive and
comfortably restless journey upon the inevitable
memory train.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem