To celebrate NCTE’s conference in Vegas, I went looking for a Vegas poem. Here’s one by Minnesota poet Robert Bly.
Driving West in 1970
By Robert Bly
My dear children, do you remember the morning
When we climbed into the old Plymouth
And drove west straight toward the Pacific?
We were all the people there were.
We followed Dylan’s songs all the way west.
It was Seventy; the war was over, almost;
And we were driving to the sea.
We had closed the farm, tucked in
The flap, and were eating the honey
Of distance and the word “there.”
Read the entire poem here.
(You’ll have to read the second half of the poem to see the Vegas reference.) I like that 4th line–it really captures that feeling of an intimate group on an adventure! I also love “eating the honey / Of distance…” Vegas does seem alien somehow, very “there” indeed.
The prolific writer and terrific teacher Anastasia Suen has the?Poetry Friday roundup.
P.S. PF regulars, I’m out of town (in Vegas!)–if you don’t see me in the roundup, would someone add my link? I’ll try to get online to do that, but just in case…thanks!