The Last Electronic Stop

I find it extremely ironic how we could've technically done this online but we went to the EVL during lunch, took turns with the magazines choosing a piece we liked and taking a picture/ photocopying it. Here's what happened. I take The Atlantic and choose my poem, right? I take a picture, read and start analyzing it. I want to post the original poem but have trouble reading off my cellphone and typing. Google the poem..." Oh there it is! (looks at webpage) theatlantic.com... WOW... nice." So here it is, and where you can look at the original:

The Last Stop

                                  By Adam Zagajewski

The tram rumbled past red houses.

The wheels in mining towers whirled

like carousels in fairgrounds.

Roses dimmed by soot grew in the gardens,

wasps raged in pastry shops

above cakes strewn with crumbs.

I was fifteen, the tram moved

quicker between the housing projects,

in the meadows I spotted marsh marigolds.

I thought that at the last stop

the meaning of it all would stand revealed,

but nothing happened, nothing,

the driver ate a roll with cheese,

two old women talked quietly

about prices and diseases.


I'll just list my thoughts:
- funny last lines
- narrative poem
- can identify with narrator... I've thought about what it all means and been dissapointed whe nothing is  revealed.
- I thought this was a war poem because it was in the middle of an article about war...I guess it could be a soldier on his way to war pondering about life and the meaning of it all...right?