INTO the blue river hills The red sun runners go And the long sand changes And to-day is a goner And to-day is not worth haggling over. Here in Omaha The gloaming is bitter As in Chicago Or Kenosha. The long sand changes. To-day is a goner. Time knocks in another brass nail. Another yellow plunger shoots the dark. Constellations Wheeling over Omaha As in Chicago Or Kenosha. The long sand is gone and all the talk is stars. They circle in a dome over Nebraska. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |