A Route of Evanescence -- Emily Dickinson

(Poem #174) A Route of Evanescence A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel-- A Resonance of Emerald-- A Rush of Cochineal-- And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled Head-- The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning's Ride-- -- Emily Dickinson

Like a minimalist painting, today's poem captures the essence of a scene
with a few, well chosen images. The fleeting blur of a train rushing by is
beautifully evoked by the almost fragmentary snapshots, gradually building
up into more complete images.

There's not really that much to say about it - you might like to compare it
to Stevenson's 'From a Railway Carriage'[1], a rather more detailed
treatment of the same theme.

[1] poem #84

Glossary:

  evanescence: The quality of being evanescent; tendency to vanish away.
  cochineal: The colour of cochineal-dye, scarlet.

Dickinson-related stuff: poem #92