Tides of Morning Book

One of my 2012 reading resolutions was to read more poetry; I haven't followed through, though. Even with this poetry anthology, I skipped through it, mostly reading the poems that grabbed me immediately or concerned Western Pennsylvania. That said, I enjoyed the poems that I read.

The following was my favorite:

Field Trip to the Rolling Mill, 1950

Sister Monica has her hands full
timing the climb to the catwalk
so the fourth-graders are lined up
before the next heat is tapped, "and no
giggling no jostling, you monkeys!
So close to the edge!" She passes out
sourballs for bribes, no liking
the smile on the foreman's face,
the way he pulls at his cap,
he's not Catholic. Protestant madness,
these field trips, this hanging from catwalks
suspended over an open hearth.

Sister Monica understands Hell
to be like this. If overhead cranes clawing
their way through the layers of dark air
grew leathery wings and flew screeching
at them, it wouldn't surprise her.
And the three warning whistle blasts,
the blazing orange heat pouring out
liquid fire like Devil's soup
doesn't surprise her - she understands
Industry and Capital and Labor,
the Protestant trinity. That is why
she trembles here, the children clinging
to her as she watches then learn their future.

-Patricia Dobler

From the Notes, I learned that Patricia Dobler was born and raised in Middletown, Ohio and lives in Pittsburgh.

I still want to read more poetry and have several others on my shelves. But I can't help recalling Sam Hazo's comment during a reading, that poetry is meant to be heard.