Sunday, May 9, 2010

"SALE" by Theodore Roethke

Who ran up and down the big center stairs
The what-not,

the settee,

the Chippendale chairs

--And an attic of horrors, a closet of fears.

The furniture polished and polished so grand,
A stable and paddock,

some fox-hunting land,

The summer house shaped like a village band stand

--And grandfather's sinister hovering hand.

The antimacassar for the sofa in red,

The Bechstein piano,

the four-poster bed,

The library used as a card room instead
--And some watery eyes in a Copley head.

The dining room carpet dyed brighter than blood,

The table where everyone ate as he should,

The sideboard beside which a tall footman stood

--And a fume of decay that clings fast to the wood.

The hand-painted wall-paper, finer than skin,

The room that the children had never been in,

All the rings and the relics encrusted with sin

--And the taint in a blood that was running too thin.

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  1. Allen, I LOVE this! Really really cool. I want to see the illustrations in person! Love the Roethke poem, too. Engaging project. Great job.

  2. Thanks, Christie! It took awhile for me to complete, so I really appreciate your comment.

  3. very cool!! i especially love the drooping wallpaper and the sinister floating hand...

  4. WOW!! This is so awesome Allen!! Your pieces go so well with the poem! I LOVE the rug panel especially!!!

  5. Wow. Wow wow wow wow wowowowowowowowowow.

    I wasn't familiar with this one, but can't imagine a better way to have been introduced than with these great illustrations. Bravo!

  6. and now I know what that thing on the back of the couch is called! Good work, Allen.

  7. I think you've got something good here!