Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST OFFICE ETCHINGS: 7. POSTAL INVESTIGATOR (A), by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Ten of the clock. An airless, august night Last Line: Of loss, alike, of liberty and pension. Subject(s): Letters; Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
NIGHT TEN of the clock. An airless, August night. A felt-floored passage, scarcely two-foot wide. Window with frosted pane, wherefrom a slight Scraped-away patch affords me aching sight Of scores of strenuous sorters, who divide Thousands of letters, fruit of town collections, Despatching these in dozens of directions. Their task is temporarily done. They go Downstairs, a space, to their retiring-room. The huge, high Hall has emptied. There, below, Reigns Peace in place of riot. No lights glow, Save where one lamp alone relieves the gloom: This by the Overseer, as he sits revising 'Returns', reports. He makes most pregnant rising. Slowly this man parades the parquet floor. (My heart begins to hammer. Breath comes short.) Suspect, this last ten years, he stops before Each 'board' in turn. Licensed inquisitor, Examines 'locals', as if for missort ... Sudden he whisks at letter, thrusts it, thieving, Within his pocket. Seeing is believing! MORNING Six on an August morning. Lo! I stride A Public Park, waiting agreed-on sign, With plain-clothes policeman walking at my side. Someone appears and signals. I decide Swiftlyresponsibility all mine. And thus, the sleuth-hound of the Law unleashing, See my companion 'cross the road go flashing. A man emerges from Post Office door, Handbag in hand, well on in middle-age, He waits an omnibus for home. Before This can come up, my apt ambassador Makes himself known, and hastens to engage A cab. I join him and, incontinently, Convey my capture to the Ministry. There I administer legal 'caution', and Make known my business. At the outset, say I seek 'test-letter' which, beneath his hand, Was placed as a missort, at my command ... That, in the ordinary, routine way, His task it was to make investigation, And send it on to rightful destination. "It has not come to hand!" I urge. Hear vow He "never saw the thing!" So, next, I tell Him to turn out his pockets. See him bow To Fate. Obey me dully. Sad and slow, Set letter, opened envelope, as well As contents, (postal orders) on the table: Caught in the act. Completely culpable. Next I produce, and show him, file on file Of papers. Place before him patent proof Of past offendings ... how, with cynic wile, He, the offending father, did beguile Daughters to forge false names in his behoof ... See him fall faint, at length, beneath the tension Of loss, alike, of liberty and pension. | 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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