Walking, Blues

By Jane Mead Jane Mead
Rain so dark I
can’t get through—
train going by

in a hurry. The voice
said walk or die, I
walked,—the train

and the voice all
blurry. I walked with
my bones and my heart

of chalk, not even
a splintered notion:
days of thought, nights

of worry,—lonesome
train in a hurry.

Source: Poetry (October 2010).


This poem originally appeared in the October 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

October 2010
 Jane  Mead


Jane Mead is the author of four collections of poetry: The Lord and the General Din of the World (1996), The House of Poured-Out Waters (2001), The Usable Field (2008), and Money Money Money Water Water Water (2014). In her recent work, Mead is known for engaging the Western landscape, ecology, and the debts of ancestry: she manages her family’s farm in Northern California, where she grows zinfandel and cabernet wine grapes. In . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Activities, Travels & Journeys, Nature, Weather


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