Poem by Maria Polydouris
ONE NIGHT AT THE TRAIN STATION
The train station is a sad place
soon after the train leaves.
Moments earlier it was stopped here
on the rails with the passengers
coming and going in haste
laughing without any reason
and the ones who stay behind
don’t have their previous faces.
The emptiness of the rails, the silence
of the station that lost its train
and the ones who stay behind scatter
with decisive steps as if following
their Fate. Something of theirs
leaves them every time and they stay
at the station closing their blurry eyes
before they courageously turn back
with their backs even more stooped.
Cursed let it be the separation
yet even with you I shall fall in love
because the hello was sweet
and the hand waved in the air
and the handkerchief was whiter
than a bud, a light in the distance
that I hadn’t seen before
your vision serene and beautiful.
Cursed separation:
my lips tremble calling your name.
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