ROUTINE
by Catherine Breese Davis
Oppressive hours and days and years
Of days and hours of this routine,
Until what time may lie between
To this great mass adheres.
Continuous fatigue! The days
Fall but distend; the nights, inert,
Are dullness and can never hurt:
The sense of weight delays
The sense of time. Now, still and dense,
Like office dust in morning air,
Leading to nothing, not despair,
Indifference is immense.
This poem is from Catherine Breese Davis: On the Life & Work of a Lost American Master, edited by Martha Collins, Kevin Prufer, and Martin Rock, with the Unsung Masters Series, Pleaides Press, 2015.
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