Can someone please analyze this poem for me I'm having trouble understanding it.
"Shawl" by Albert Goldbarth Eight hours by bus, and night was on them. He could see himself now in the window, see his head there with the country running through it like a long thought made of steel and wheat. Darkness outside; darkness in the bus—as if the sea were dark and the belly of the whale were dark to match it. He was twenty: of course his eyes returned, repeatedly, to the knee of the woman two rows up: positioned so occasional headlights struck it into life. But more reliable was the book; he was discovering himself to be among the tribe that reads. Now his, the only overhead turned on. Now nothing else existed: only him, and the book, and the light thrown over his shoulders as luxuriously as a cashmere shawl. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19556#sthash.ZdxPfa7F.dpuf
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