The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if her were afraid or expecting someone

and then she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in

and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.

She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.

And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,

whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.

And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together

is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,

I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted

when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.

By Billy Collins.

Wow this poem. `

Although it doesn't have much literary merit, the poem itself is my favorite since the day I sat in the library and stumbled upon it on Halloween. All that the poem has to offer is its literal value... which is tremendously strong. I read the poem and I can't help but smile, I smile not because of any funny sentence or any cute little term... I smile because there is the possibility of that love, it still exists, and in a world where I am surrounded by teenagers who do not care of love this poem gives me hope. You see, Billy Collins does not identify the male on the train staring at the humane angel as a man, rather a boy. A boy? but a boy is young and can not understand love.... right? 

The poem, which is titled simply as "Love", believes differently. It believes that love is not some emotion that comes with age, that it can occur as young as six or as old as eighty. I completely believe this theory, because if love is something that comes with age then the divorce rate in the United States would not be so damn high. The boy on the train was said to be " looking behind him

as if her were afraid or expecting someone"

To me this meant that many people expect love, and many people are afraid of it as well... as if he had been hurt my an angel before or if he was alone and need to fall in love. The love they show is without speech, without corruption, He stares at her while she packs in a delicate cello... cellos are meant to symbolize the internal harmony, the harmony with itself, in particular if one plays on it. Also harmonious relations with other people can express themselves in it. Who strokes it or sees playing, the luck-like union waves to that in the erotic-spiritual and one can span, however, sometimes the curve also far. In the psychoanalysis the nicely curved instrument is valid as a symbol for the women's body. The boy at the far end of the train car

kept looking behind him
as if her were afraid or expecting someone

and then she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in

and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.

She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.

And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,

whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.

And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together

is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,

I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted

when they are looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.

By Billy Collins.

Wow this poem. `

Although it doesn't have much literary merit, the poem itself is my favorite since the day I sat in the library and stumbled upon it on Halloween. All that the poem has to offer is its literal value... which is tremendously strong. I read the poem and I can't help but smile, I smile not because of any funny sentence or any cute little term... I smile because there is the possibility of that love, it still exists, and in a world where I am surrounded by teenagers who do not care of love this poem gives me hope. You see, Billy Collins does not identify the male on the train staring at the humane angel as a man, rather a boy. A boy? but a boy is young and can not understand love.... right? 

The poem, which is titled simply as "Love", believes differently. It believes that love is not some emotion that comes with age, that it can occur as young as six or as old as eighty. I completely believe this theory, because if love is something that comes with age then the divorce rate in the United States would not be so damn high. The boy on the train was said to be " looking behind him

as if her were afraid or expecting someone"

To me this meant that many people expect love, and many people are afraid of it as well... as if he had been hurt my an angel before or if he was alone and need to fall in love. The love they show is without speech, without corruption, He stares at her while she packs in a delicate cello... cellos are meant to symbolize the internal harmony, the harmony with itself, in particular if one plays on it. Also harmonious relations with other people can express themselves in it. Who strokes it or sees playing, the luck-like union waves to that in the erotic-spiritual and one can span, however, sometimes the curve also far. In the psychoanalysis the nicely curved instrument is valid as a symbol for the women's body. So the Cello both symbolizes the woman and the internal harmony, it can also serve as a sign of luck… so it can be lucky for the boy.  The poem itself is simply amazing and teaches us how perfect innocent love can be.