IN western fields of corn and northern timber lands, They talk about me, a saloon with a soul, The soft red lights, the long curving bar, The leather seats and dim corners, Tall brass spittoons, a nigger cutting ham, And the painting of a woman half-dressed thrown reckless across a bed after a night of booze and riots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PRAYER FOR COURAGE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |