Filling Station Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

Filling Station

Rating: 3.1


Oh, but it is dirty!
--this little filling station,
oil-soaked, oil-permeated
to a disturbing, over-all
black translucency.
Be careful with that match!

Father wears a dirty,
oil-soaked monkey suit
that cuts him under the arms,
and several quick and saucy
and greasy sons assist him
(it's a family filling station),
all quite thoroughly dirty.

Do they live in the station?
It has a cement porch
behind the pumps, and on it
a set of crushed and grease-
impregnated wickerwork;
on the wicker sofa
a dirty dog, quite comfy.

Some comic books provide
the only note of color--
of certain color. They lie
upon a big dim doily
draping a taboret
(part of the set), beside
a big hirsute begonia.

Why the extraneous plant?
Why the taboret?
Why, oh why, the doily?
(Embroidered in daisy stitch
with marguerites, I think,
and heavy with gray crochet.)

Somebody embroidered the doily.
Somebody waters the plant,
or oils it, maybe. Somebody
arranges the rows of cans
so that they softly say:
ESSO--SO--SO--SO

to high-strung automobiles.
Somebody loves us all.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sunita Kapur 27 March 2011

The touch of beauty catches her eye and her heart and the poem gets written!

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* Sunprincess * 29 January 2014

.......it's nice to find beauty when you least expect to...

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Mario 19 October 2021

Cá bhfuil an leithreas?

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Brídín 22 October 2021

these men these men x

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Elizabeth Bishop 21 October 2021

stop with the plagiarism! , i wrote this from the heart, , , , , q

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Luigi 21 October 2021

Henlo

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Karen Obama 21 October 2021

Brilliant poem that really tackles the patriarchy head one good job bishop xoxo

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Luigi 21 October 2021

Mario help i cant see out of my left eye

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Elizabeth Bishop

Worcester, Massachusetts
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