Green aisles of Pullman cars Soothe me like trees Woven in old tapestries. I love to watch the stars Remote above the earth In watery light, While, in a lower berth, I whirl through night. I love the mysteries Others abhor: From Upper Eight, a sneeze, -- That stertorous snore Far down the aisle. I love The net of green That holds like treasure-trove My clothes unclean. Cherrywood spick and span And patterned plush; The rumble and the rush; The blankets thick and tan, All these my heart delight, -- The globe you click, -- Bells ringing in the night When someone's sick. Weird bumpings in the night, Arrivals late Where stations blaze with light And bang with freight; Elf lanterns down the track, Dark flitting forms Under a pale cloud-wrack, -- Each aspect charms! I love to smoke a last Slow cigarette Where all ere breaking fast Ablute and fret; Then, as on wings of chance, I plunge the night -- Pullmans, you spell romance And snug delight! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK THE WANDERING JEW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A BALLADE OF OTHER IDOLS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) POSTHUMOUS REMORSE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |