1 A man flips away his cigarette. A woman snaps shut her purse. A chauffeur, black-gloved, turns the key in the ignition. 2 Thus begetting understanding, but beclouding his own music -- hosannas and drums; brass in a last miraculous scram. 3 And Spring rolls in as usual -- scut, a grey fuming, roiling and skirling over the brown hills, bare-branched woods. Copyright © Robert Dana. http://www.unl.edu/schooner/psmain.htm @3Prairie Schooner@1 is a literary quarterly published since 1927 which publishes original stories, poetry, essays, and reviews. Regularly cited in the prize journals, the magazine is considered one of the most prestigious of the campus-based literary journals. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO THE SOUTH ON ITS NEW SLAVERY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |