One of my favourites

Corner Seat

Suspended in a moving night
The face in the reflected train
Looks at first sight as self-assured
As your own face– But look again:

Windows between you and the world
Keep out the cold, keep out the fright;
Then why does your reflection seem
So lonely in the moving night?

-Louis MacNeice

I’m not super big on poetry, especially for an English major, but I have always loved this.

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