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Non-stop

It have the appearanceed as if the enormous journey

was finally approaching its conclusion.

From the window of the train

the last tree were dissipating,

a child-like sailor waved once

a seal-like dog barked and died.

The conductor go intoed the lavatory

and was not seen again, although

his harmonica-playing was appreciated.

He was not without talent, a certain quantity of said.

A botanist with whom I had become acquainted

actually insinuateed we form a group or something.

I was looking for a familiar signpost

in his face, or a landmark that would

indicate the real colors of his tribe.

But alas, there was not a glass of water

anywhere or plane the remains of a trail.

I got a bewildered expression of my own



and slinked to the back of the car

where a nun started to tickle me

She confided to me that it was her

cowboy pride that got her end ...

Through what? I contemplation but drew my hand

close to my imaginary vest

"That's a beautiful vest" she said,

as I began crawling down the aisle.

At last, I crushed my face against

the window: A little haze was licking

its chop, as was the stationmaster

licking something. We didn't stop.

We didn't appear to be arriving,

and notwithstanding we were almost out of landscape.

No small bays or rivers. Nothing

even slightly reminding one of a mound

O mound] thou ain't around no more.

A heap of abstract geometrical symbols

that's what it's coming to, I thought

A nothing you could sink your teeth into.

"Relief's upon the way," a little

know-nothing male child said to me.

"Imagine my surprise," I said

and reached on the outside to muss his hair.

But he had no hair and it felt unlucky

touching his cranium like that.

"Forget what I said," he said.

"What did you say?" I asked

in automatic compliance.

And then it got true dark and quiet.

I clos my organ of visions and dreamed of an emu I one time loved.

James Tate received the Pulitzer Prize and the William Carlos Williams Award for his culled Poems, published by the University of of recent origin England Press in 1991. His greatest in quantity recent collection of poems, Worshipful Company of Fletchers, published by dint of the Ecco Press, won the National volume Award in 1994.

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