Tuesday, February 21, 2012

New York, 2012

In a flash of train sparks
the world changed
from one where I
was the only person in it
to one where I do not exist

2 comments:

Hannah Stephenson said...

Today in class, I've been showing Lost in Translation. This poem is like that, huh?

William A. Sigler said...

Interesting interpretation, Hannah. Loneliness (say in alien Tokyo) is all about noticing yourself, because you stick out so distinctly from the others, and love (kinda) is all about how you no longer even notice yourself because you're there in someone else. I was going for something a little less dependent on what life serves up, but hey, what did Robert Frost say, "poetry is what gets lost in translation"?