Following is the third and final section of my poem “Colorado,” which I hope our readers have enjoyed. I’m working on a new collection of poems and prose sketches whose title is “Stars in the Dark.” The book includes older and new writings, most of which are not related to Lowell—although, as Dick Howe says, everything seems to be connected to Lowell somehow, if you can see far enough into whatever it is and if you are fortunate enough to have exceptional peripheral vision of the historical kind.—PM
Death is like the last piece
Of that hundred-car coal train
Being pulled by six green Rio Grande diesels
Outside of Colorado Springs.
For the longest time
It’s all noise and power and motion,
And you think the line won’t end—
But there’s no invented engine
To make that dream come true.
—Paul Marion (c) 2010