IT'S a lean car ... a long-legged dog of a car ... a gray-ghost eagle car. The feet of it eat the dirt of a road ... the wings of it eat the hills. Danny the driver dreams of it when he sees women in red skirts and red sox in his sleep. It is in Danny's life and runs in the blood of him ... a lean gray-ghost car. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRINGTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |