Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.



You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!
Get Your Premium Membership


In the Smoking Car

by
 The eyelids meet.
He'll catch a little nap.
The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest.
It shakes above the briefcase on his lap.
Close voices breathe, "Poor sweet, he did his best.
" "Poor sweet, poor sweet," the bird-hushed glades repeat, Through which in quiet pomp his litter goes, Carried by native girls with naked feet.
A sighing stream concurs in his repose.
Could he but think, he might recall to mind The righteous mutiny or sudden gale That beached him here; the dear ones left behind .
.
.
So near the ending, he forgets the tale.
Were he to lift his eyelids now, he might Behold his maiden porters, brown and bare.
But even here he has no appetite.
It is enough to know that they are there.
Enough that now a honeyed music swells, The gentle, mossed declivities begin, And the whole air is full of flower-smells.
Failure, the longed-for valley, takes him in.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - In the Smoking CarEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Richard Wilbur Poems

Analysis and Comments on In the Smoking Car

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem In the Smoking Car here.