What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.
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I get what you mean on this, yet somehow I think that is what Throeau was looking for, I love Thoreau also and I haven't seen many of these kinds of pieces written by him, so maybe you are right, it isn't really complete, yet Throeau could also be throwing us off on the path towards the end of this poem, if that makes sense.
Purplerose
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Thoreau is my favorite poet besides Whitman, but this piece is not one of my favorites. Actually, I find it very sentimental, which is wonderful, but I get the feeling when I finish this poem that it just isn't complete. But, maybe that is what Henry was going for. Afterall, the train tracks may never end. How should he know that there really is an end. Maybe they are never-ending....
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