They stand there weeping in the stained daylight. Nothing can stop them now from reaching the end of their youth. Somewhere the Mayor salutes a winning team. Somewhere the diplomats kiss in the long corridors of history. Somewhere a politician is grafting a speech On the green tree of American money. Somewhere prayer; somewhere orders and papers. Somewhere the poor are gathering illegal arms. Meanwhile they are there on that very platform. The train sails silently toward them out of American sleep, And at last the two are arrived at the very point of departure. He goes toward death and she toward loneliness. Weeping, their arms embrace the only country they love. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES |