THE WEEKLY TRAIN
I remember Adlestrop, the poet wrote so well
and I remember a station where I boarded the trains
that took me to the thrill of the big city life:
the elegant squares, the linden-scented streets,
Talks and lectures by Borges and coffee with new friends.
It felt like an adventure to roam so freely and learn:
eclectic architecture, churches, theatres, arcades…
A panoply of wonders I never failed to see
yet still that quiet station saw me back every week:
youthful girl with long hair, alighting from the train,
my soul so old with yearning, my heart aflame with hope
of seeing you, once more, turning radiantly a corner:
Your singular smile and sky-coloured gaze…
They were the grandest treasures that made me feel alive.



Beautiful 😍
Another beautifully evocative and gentle poem Christina!