Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST OFFICE ETCHINGS: 12. HEAD-POSTMASTER, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Into the early air Last Line: Ahead, new life, new light, enlargement ... Liberty! Subject(s): Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
INTO the early air, So cutting, cruel, chill, I haste. Down the dank hill I make my way. Repair Towards that square, stolid, stone-faced building, (where, Youngest Head-postmaster on English soil, I rule the wretched roast, and daily toil At tedious tasks, in spiritual subjection), About to make enforced, and two a.m., inspection. I reach the side-door. Stay, Shivering, a space. Then hear A mail-van drawing near. See driver stop, survey Me cautiously, and next descend ... to lay Sacks in the outer office-lobby, (he Opens and locks this with his personal key), Climb to his seat, start for the 'Faithful City', And disappear into the autumn night's opacity. I enter now. Pass through The sorting-hall, to seek My sanctum. Retch at reek, Rising as from fetid stew: Stale, oft-boiled wax, the odious residue Of last night's human sweat, blended with stink Of train-borne boxes of fruit, upon the brink Of rotting. Swift escaping from such foul Environment, I sit sad-hearted, sick of soul. Accounts, 'return', report! I toil at these till four Strikes, and the Staff comes. Hour After hour they stand and sort, What time I encourage, criticise, exhort. Seven! Each postman rises from swing seat. One of them trudges towards me, splay of feet. "A letter for you, sir!" he smiles. At that He hands me cover. It comes, I see, from A. P. Watt. Watt! (Who is doyen of all Literary Agents!) I Open it eagerly, With anxious eyes which fall On news most marvellous, most magical. This tells me that Cornhill has bought a tale. Likewise the Strand, which pays at heightened scale. Smith Elder take my book. Thrilled through, I see, Ahead, new life, new light, enlargement ... Liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING THE MAIL by GALWAY KINNELL THE DE CARLO LOTS by ANNE WALDMAN OPPOSITES: 37 by RICHARD WILBUR A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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