This is an Analysis of the poem Love by Billy Collins.
as if he 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.
POEM:
The boy at the far end of the train car kept looking behind himas if he 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.
