Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST OFFICE ETCHINGS: 9. POSTAL INVESTIGATOR (C), by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: Plaints about postal packets, gone Last Line: She looks at me, reproachful, like some hunted fawn. Subject(s): Etching; Letters; Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
'PLAINTS about postal packets, gone Strangely astray In northern town: And so I am sent down, At once to make essay At solving minor mystery. Immediately I come to trace Each loss to self-same place A certain shop. And one Which, though it sell Stationery, deals as well In silver articles and things innumerable Which women love to see sparkling on toilet-table. It is, too, in its own small way, A Post Office. But I reflect That postmen, who project And plot and plan malpractice, Are very rarely seen to steal Stuff which they deal With, personally: They avoid, religiously, What they collect each day. Therefore I dream Out careful, concrete scheme, Write letter, which I ask sales-girl to pack With pretty, purchased brush of well-wrought, silvern back. This I address, and openly take To office grille, Where it is weighed Forthwith, accepted, laid Aside. The sales-girl still Keeps her wide, bluebell eyes on me Unceasingly. Not as one bold, But curious. Copper and gold Her glistening hair. I make My sauntering way To the Head Office. Stay Till there comes in the just-made town-collection, Which is examined closely, under my direction. No trace, no sign of packet. I Take action. Thus, With plain-clothes man, (A trusty veteran From London) go discuss Affairs at shop. Find pained surprise In bluebell eyes, Which, injured, stare Neath gold and copper hair. I next, remorselessly Brutal, presume To search her home and room ... Find brush, find fifty stolen trinkets; while, forlorn, She looks at me, reproachful, like some hunted fawn. | 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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