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.
