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 recipient of awards and fellowships from the Lannan, Whiting, and Guggenheim foundations and the author of three collections of poetry. She is on the faculty of the Drew University Low-Residency MFA program and farms in Northern California.

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


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