noite

poética, parece.


Limited
Carl Sandburg

I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
-----of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
----go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
-----and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
-----pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
-----answers: “Omaha.”