Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST OFFICE ETCHINGS: 6. INSTRUCTION, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Midnight, and duty. Dully, I divide Last Line: Taken and trapped ... And slave. Subject(s): Duty; Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
MIDNIGHT. And duty. Dully, I divide (My colleague at my side, Giving me, all the time, expert directions) The 'rurals' into 'roads' for post pedestrian, Or morning cart, Or messenger equestrian: Essaying, too, to dispart, Within appointed sections, Town letters, stacked there since the evening hour, While, from behind us, come a set of four Men, who deport These, and subsort Them skilfully into each postman's 'walk', Mid filthy jest, foul talk. Sudden, an odious odour stealthily steals Abroad. My stomach feels Sickened, revolted, fain to go disgorging. I glance at Lapham. See him make presentment, With writhen face, Of wrath and fierce resentment, And, full five minutes' space So far the blast goes surging! Beastly, begot of onions blent with beer We draw to ten yards' distance, still too near! Revolted, though Amused, we go Back to our 'boards' ... to find those four repeat, Guffawing, their foul feat. All o-oop! We seek the Staff retiring-room, There, in its basement-gloom, To escape those others: postmen, thus not sharing Clerks' quarters. There my most kind coadjutor And generous coach Observes how ill I am faring, Teaches me how to poach Two eggs, and plays the tutor. The food scarce-swallowed, on the cobbled road Rattle approaching wheels 'neath letter'd load. "The mail!" he cries, And, as we rise, The instant bell, obedient to a hand Upstairs, brings crude command. Our task it is to open every bag The panting postmen drag Into the place. Under my friend's tuition I take my stand before a pitch-pine table, Examine seal, Find this impeccable, Ande'er I essay to deal, At proper expedition, With 'registers' and find the 'letter-bill' Start, as I see the inverted orifice spill Box after box, Burst by the shocks Of transit; show'r forth wedding-cake; while fleas Eat me, at frolic ease. Back at the 'boards' once more we take our stand, With weary eye, worn hand, What time those four behind begin devising Questions, in crudest curiosity About my home, Searching what sumptuosity We stage. Next follows some Impudent catechising. "How many maids?" "Three." "Ah, then, you must keep A co-ook! Come, tell us, does your father sleep With her?" As I, Angered, reply "No!" Someone shouts: "I should!" Whereat, from floor To roof, riots a roar. Slog, slog! Sort, sort! Repetitive, roll on The hours, with respite none. I ask and ask and ask without cessation, Instruction comes with equal readiness: Meanwhile my head Whirls, and unsteadiness Assumes my being. Bed Becomes my silent, secret supplication. Four o'clock strikes. Salvation! 'Tis the hour Of freedom: the official end of our Or, rather, my Hades. But by My side I see the Overseer set More letters, postcards, yet. Circulars, these. Headquarters' wiles and ways Were evil in those days Before the Staffs, collectively uprising, And forming into faithful Federation, Had strength, had pow'r O'er noxious over-driving; Parts of an hour, (No matter what duration) Such the Brahminical crime! Were classed as 'unremunerate overtime'. Thus I remain Still on the chain: Standing exhausted, eyes and intellect dim, Aching in every limb. Then comes, one fleeting second before five, Command imperative, "Go home!" Whereon my colleague, comminatory, Although by Nature born no murmurer, Glares in disgust At our retreating, turnkey torturer, The hateful, the unjust ... While I, too worn to fashion fulminatory Phrase, take farewell and make my dull, dazed way Towards the strong sunlight of September day: Nerve-wracked and numb, To seek my room, Holding myself half nidering, half knave, Taken and trapped ... and slave. | 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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