Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WESTERN WASTE, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE First Line: Old rails like twin steel ribbons stretch away Last Line: Fair as a farm by some iowan stream. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Railroads; Work; Workers; Railways; Trains | ||||||||
OLD rails like twin steel ribbons stretch away O'er endless acres seldom kissed by rain. This is the wide unwatered waste of plain, Our arid pastures spread with sterile clay; Here bounteous nature feared to flaunt display Knowing her rich reserves were called in vain, And man within his now-luxurious train Sees cheerless distances and scorns to stay: Thus lies it lonely, lost to fruit and flower, To labor's wand and capital's vast dream; And it shall still be barren to that hour When we shall rise resolving to redeem; Then will it bloom in magic grace and power Fair as a farm by some Iowan stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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