12 November 2005

Dolor
















I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper-weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplication of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate gray standard faces.

~ Theodore Roethke

(With much gratitude to wood s lot. This has become a new favorite.)

1 comment:

Jane said...

AM - I loved this print and the poem. Very fitting for a Monday here at DJ Case. ;) The print is stunning.

ps. it reminded me of your days at Saturday Evening Post! ;)