The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
In the days of long ago,
Ranged where the locomotives sing
And the prarie flowers lie low:
The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
Is swept away by wheat,
Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
In the spring that still is sweet.
But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
Left us long ago,
They gore no more, they bellow no more:—
With the Blackfeet lying low,
With the Pawnee lying low.
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From guest mony (contact)
its like a huge landscape and the buffaloes go from there to there,they are everywhere(ranged). -
The price of progress seems to be the theme here. the relatively gentle "flower-fed buffalo" and the Blackfeet and Pawnee tribes have all disappeared due to the relentless march of the white man and his technology as represented here by the railway locomotive.
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From guest Emma (contact)
Hi, I need your help, I don't understand this poem since english is not my first language. I really enjoy Vachel's poems especially this one. Although i'm not really sure what he's trying to say... can you please help me and explain what the poem is talking about? Emma
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