Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TICKET AGENT, by EDMUND LEAMY First Line: Like any merchant in a store Last Line: He deals in dreams, and calls it -- work! Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
Like any merchant in a store Who sells things by the pound or score, He deals with scarce perfunctory glance Small pass-keys to the world's Romance. He takes dull money, turns and hands The roadways to far distant lands. Bright shining rail and fenceless sea Are partners to his wizardry. He calls off names as if they were Just names to cause no heart to stir. For listening you'll hear him say ". . . and then to Aden and Bombay . . ." Or ". . . 'Frisco first and then to Nome, Across the Rocky Mountains -- Home . . ." And never catch of voice to tell He knows the lure or feels the spell. Like any salesman in a store, He sells but tickets -- nothing more. And casual as any clerk He deals in dreams, and calls it -- work! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES |
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