<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Train</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE lady in front of me in the car, <br>With little red coils close over her ears, <br>Is talking with her friend; <br>And the circle of ostrich foam around her hat, <br>Curving over like a wave, <br>Trembles with her little windy words. <br>What she is saying, I wonder, <br>That her feathers should tremble <br>And the soft fur of her coat should slip down over her shoulders? <br>Has her string of pearls been stolen, <br>Or maybe her husband?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is drunk, that man - <br>Drunk as a lord, a lord of the bibulous past. [sic] <br>He shouts wittily from his end of the car to the man in the corner; <br>He bows to me with chivalrous apologies. <br>He philosophizes, plays with the wisdom of the ages, <br>Flings off his rags, <br>Displays his naked soul - <br>Athletic, beautiful, grotesque. <br>In the good time coming, <br>When men drink no more, <br>Shall we ever see a nude soul dancing <br>Stript and free <br>In the temple of his god?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes smiling into the car <br>With irridescent bubbles of children. <br>She blooms in the close plush seats <br>Like a narcissus in a bowl of stones. <br>She croons to a baby in her lap - <br>The trees come swinging by to listen, <br>And the electric lights in the ceiling are stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403082" data-title="On The Train de Harriet Monroe" data-description="I THE lady in front of me in the car, With little red coils close over her ears, Is talking with her friend; And the circle of ostrich foam around her hat, Curving over like a wave, Trembles with her little windy words. What she is saying, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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