Saturday, June 11, 2011

A goat can be driven off with a shout.


Temperance & General Mutual Life Assurance Society building, the corner of Murray and Collins Streets, Hobart. June 2011.

So loud. So very, very LOUD...

[The bread has become moldy], Charles Reznikoff

The bread has become mouldy
and the dates blown down by the wind;
the iron has slipped from the helve.
The wool was to by dyed red
but the dyer dyed it black.

The dead woman has forgotten her comb
and tube of eye-paint;
the dead cobbler has forgotten his knife,
the dead butcher his chopper,
and the dead carpenter his adze.

A goat can be driven off with a shout.
But where is the man to shout?
The bricks pile up, the laths are trimmed,
and the beams are ready. Where is the builder?

To be buried in a linen shroud
or in a matting of reeds—
but where are the dead of the Flood
and where the dead of Nebuchadnezzar?

2 comments:

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Hi! Kris...
I have never read the poem [The bread has become moldy], by Charles Reznikoff ] before very nice...nice photograph Of an overcast day too Of the Temperance & General Mutual Life Assurance Society building.
Thanks, for sharing!
deedee ;-D

Kris said...

DeeDee, we've had some sun the last two days, but it was all grey before that!