On The Amtrak From Boston To New York City Poem by Sherman Alexie.

On The Amtrak From Boston To New York City

Rating: 4.8

The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look,
look at all the history, that house
on the hill there is over two hundred years old, '
as she points out the window past me

into what she has been taught. I have learned
little more about American history during my few days
back East than what I expected and far less
of what we should all know of the tribal stories

whose architecture is 15,000 years older
than the corners of the house that sits
museumed on the hill. 'Walden Pond, '
the woman on the train asks, 'Did you see Walden Pond? '

and I don't have a cruel enough heart to break
her own by telling her there are five Walden Ponds
on my little reservation out West
and at least a hundred more surrounding Spokane,

the city I pretended to call my home. 'Listen, '
I could have told her. 'I don't give a shit
about Walden. I know the Indians were living stories
around that pond before Walden's grandparents were born

and before his grandparents' grandparents were born.
I'm tired of hearing about Don-fucking-Henley saving it, too,
because that's redundant. If Don Henley's brothers and sisters
and mothers and father hadn't come here in the first place

then nothing would need to be saved.'
But I didn't say a word to the woman about Walden
Pond because she smiled so much and seemed delighted
that I thought to bring her an orange juice

back from the food car. I respect elders
of every color. All I really did was eat
my tasteless sandwich, drink my Diet Pepsi
and nod my head whenever the woman pointed out

another little piece of her country's history
while I, as all Indians have done
since this war began, made plans
for what I would do and say the next time

somebody from the enemy thought I was one of their own.

Stanley Breyers 06 August 2012

Walter, you must be white! I forgot you're the true authority on what is and isn't necessary in this day and age-thanks so much for that. What would we do without your wisdom to completely suppress the meaning behind Alexie's barbaric and misplaced hostility? ! Keep on inspiring us with your ever-so-balanced insight of the true and intended meaning behind the poetry written by authors of color. I'm sure that your attitude will help solve the whole one group taking advantage of another group of people, and destroying them for the most part problem.

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Walter Durk 10 March 2007

This is obviously very powerfully and well written. It conveys a strong sense of hostility and while that is understandable, I am not so sure it is a necessary statement in this day and age. The one universal message to be received is that there seems to be a cycle of one group taking advantage of another group of people, and destroying them for the most part, as evidenced in Iraq and elsewhere.

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kirk Brennen 23 October 2018

I agree Walter

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Tosin Otitoju 30 January 2012

My new love in poetry - Sheman Alexie. Gorgeous.

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Bri Edwards 09 August 2022

Read about the poet/author online. He IS an 'Indiam' the Internet says, and a well-known poet. : )

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L MILTON HANKINS 07 December 2020

Sherman, this is one of the most moving, inspiring, poignant pieces I have read in a long time. Pure genius! ! ! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this beautiful poem.

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Erin Cowart 08 July 2020

I would rate this poem a 20 if the scale went that high! Exceptional.

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Bill Grace 06 December 2019

This is a fine poem aided by a great last line! Bill Grace

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Bernard Kennedy 06 June 2017

very original and descriptive, well written.

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