A travel poem for freedom seekers. In Hearthside by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967), someone is sitting by a fire and thinking about all the places they will never see. When shes not reviewing Bali's restaurants, villas, and spas (what a tough life), youll most likely find her doting on her fur babies and eating her own weight in pasta. The railroad track is miles away,And the day is loud with voices speaking,Yet there isnt a train goes by all dayBut I hear its whistle shrieking. This deep poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963) talks about how the choices we make, no matter how small they may seem, can impact and shape our lives. Schemes of retirement sown In youth, and 'mid the busy world kept pure As when their earliest flowers of hope were blown, New strangers on other paths await.New places that have never seen youWill startle a little at your entry.Old places that know you wellWill pretend nothingChanged since your last visit. In the poem Questions of Travel, Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979) touches on subjects like travel, home, conflict and regret. Eyes will examine you for signsof damage, or changeand you, too, will wonderif your skin shows traces. P.S. These poems about travel are specifically written for travelers. I'll travel to the African jungles where wild animals roam, And visit European cities like London, Paris, and Rome But on my magic carpet, before I eagerly set out, Edward Hirsch on American Poets AbroadIn this video, recorded at the 2013 Poets Forum, Edward Hirsch discusses how American poetry has been influenced by the work of American poets who have gone abroad. - Margaret Atwood, from The Moment Read This Post 18 POEMS About TRAVEL to Inspire You to See the World Oliver Runners poem about adventure captures so much of what drives every traveler. It turns into a daily pest. Who knows, you might set off on an epic journey and be inspired to create your very own poem. Below is a sampling of submissions. . / Where should we be today?, What childishness is it that while theres a breath of life. . Take a trip across the United Stateswith some trips abroad as welland visit the resting places of several renowned poets with this listing of the graves of poets. It tugs at your elbow. Full text at bit.ly/1HhuuTE and other websites. A journey can become a sacred thing:Make sure, before you go,To take the timeTo bless your going forth,To free your heart of ballastSo that the compass of your soulMight direct you towardThe territories of spiritWhere you will discoverMore of your hidden life,And the urgenciesThat deserve to claim you. Do Not Sell or Share My Personal Information, Mountains of snow close Yosemite, other California parks after winter storms. So. Fu wrote it during his second visit to a temple in a turbulent time for his country. Think of the long trip home.Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?Where should we be today?, But surely it would have been a pitynot to have seen the trees along this road,really exaggerated in their beauty,not to have seen them gesturinglike noble pantomimists, robed in pink., Where forlorn sunsets flare and fadeOn desolate sea and lonely sand,Out of the silence and the shadeWhat is the voice of strange commandCalling you still, as friend calls friendWith love that cannot brook delay,To rise and follow the ways that wendOver the hills and far away? Gaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado.