Elizabeth Bishop - Filling Station

Elizabeth Bishop - Filling Station

Oh, but it is dirty! br --this little filling station, br oil-soaked, oil-permeated br to a disturbing, over-all br black translucency. br Be careful with that match! br br Father wears a dirty, br oil-soaked monkey suit br that cuts him under the arms, br and several quick and saucy br and greasy sons assist him br (it's a family filling station), br all quite thoroughly dirty. br br Do they live in the station? br It has a cement porch br behind the pumps, and on it br a set of crushed and grease- br impregnated wickerwork; br on the wicker sofa br a dirty dog, quite comfy. br br Some comic books provide br the only note of color-- br of certain color. They lie br upon a big dim doily br draping a taboret br (part of the set), beside br a big hirsute begonia. br br Why the extraneous plant? br Why the taboret? br Why, oh why, the doily? br (Embroidered in daisy stitch br with marguerites, I think, br and heavy with gray crochet.) br br Somebody embroidered the doily. br Somebody waters the plant, br or oils it, maybe. Somebody br arranges the rows of cans br so that they softly say: br ESSO--SO--SO--SO br br to high-strung automobiles. br Somebody loves us all.


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Views: 840

Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:48

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