This line shows us even more of the dark beauty of the world we're in, the world the speaker wants us to journey beyond.Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow Do you think this was intentional on the poet's part? Why? But they have totally different meanings. And how about this? The word "winds" in line 8, sure does look a lot like the word "wind" in line 6.Perhaps, this line is hinting that unless we get out of the place where the smoke blows black our lives will be full of dark twists and turns. Streets and roads are often used as metaphors for the future. Line 8 opens up all kinds of metaphorical meanings for us.This description makes us want to leave the city streets to go to a place where there are no scary winding and bending roads, but where the whole horizon is open to be fearlessly explored. The street winds and bends, and we're guessing there's some new scary darkness around every corner.Not only is there gross black smoke, there are dark streets, probably lined by sidewalk. Line 8 continues to give details about the world we're being encouraged to leave.Saying it this way (instead of the "black smoke blows") also puts stress on the word black, which emphasizes the darkness of this place.And of course, Silverstein pops in another dose of alliteration with the phrase "blows black." Does this have the same effect as the alliteration in line three?.Line 7 is in direct contrast to line 6: what would you choose, black smoke, or peppermint wind? The choice is made pretty easy for us readers.It blows black out of factories, chimneys, car and truck exhaust pipes, and grimes up everything from the sidewalks to the inside of your nostrils. If you live anywhere near a city, you'll probably have an idea of the kind of smoke he's talking about.The speaker is including us, his readers, in his invitation to leave the world where there is sidewalk, the world in which we live our everyday lives.These lines give us details about the world where there is sidewalk, and so far, that world does not sound pleasant at all.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
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