The passion in which she resents the undermining of her gender is felt through her intentionally sexist dialect. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly say: ESSO-SO-SO-SO to high-strung automobiles. Intro: Filling Station by Elizabeth Bishop is an artfully crafted poem that dauntingly undermines the roles of women in the 1900s. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. 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. Filling S tation By E l i z a bet h Bi s h op Oh, but it is dirty this little lling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. They lie upon a big dim doily draping a taboret (part of the set), beside a big hirsute begonia. Some comic books provide the only note of color- of certain color. The narrator, who I am assuming is a customer, notices things that indicate that a family is living at the gas station. 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. Shay Reuter OFL English 11b 10 rick THE FILLING STATION The Filling Station is a poem by Elizabeth Bishop, about a poor family that lives in the gas station. He took some classes in poetry at that time and had been exploring the possibilities of the poetic meter.
These poems are filled with images of bitter and irreversible separation. 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. Akhmatova at the railroad station found her so exotic that she refused to. '.-this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a.
One example of this is when the poem states. At this gas station she notices different aspects and describes how the look of the gas station gives its own personality. Oh, but it is dirty! -this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. The poem Filling Station is a poem about a person, possibly the writer, who visits a small town gas station.
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