I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people. (All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to ashes.) I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers: "Omaha." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |