The Prairie

I first read Willa Cather in high school and recall finding the descriptions of the prairie deadening. How did the sea of grass hold a candle to New York City—to the village, to a bohemian lifestyle? Now I return to read Cather's descriptions. With a few words she creates the movement of the grass, the sparseness, the endless view, the sounds. Now I want to visit Nebraska, stand and listen to the sea of grass. I’m not sure where I’ll stay or what I’ll do after I listen to the grass.