Well
Hillringhouse ‘ poem Woolworth’s for Greg Fallon is about a sad and dramatic
ending of many of Woolworth’s store across the nation which left thousands of
people’s lives devastated including his own life. Woolworth is one of the world
most well- known and oldest shopping stores was recently forced to close down
many of its key stores because of stiff
competition from other new emerging store. Since its inception 100 of years
back by a potato farmer turn business tycoon, Frank Woolworth has many ups and
down in his life’s journey. He was the first store owner who introduced the new
system of “self- service”. Before that all the merchandises were kept behind
the glass and customer had to give a list of what they want to buy to the store
staff. Because of his ingenuity and hard work he had good start in the beginning
of his venture, though he had his own share of misfortune.
This particular poem of Hillringhouse
is divided into four stanza which having its distinctive idea. In the first
stanza, author cleverly illustrated the gloomy downfall of this old business
center in a very plaintive way, “the ancient names of old stores fading like
the last century” and “sun light dipping down the stone facades”. The Woolworth
is woven with the life of the concerning city that he was wondering how they
are going to survive (this city that has no more memory of itself than river
has of rain).
In the second stanza, author is reminiscing
his experienced in that once big and variety store. From line 1 to 6 author
says, “I can still smell the hotdog counter and the pretzel carousal. I loved the
sound of birds as I entered , the watery bubbles from acquarium filters over
the plants. If I imagined like a child walking with my mother, the store part
rainforest, and closed my eyes I was in some tropical country”.
The third stanza shows how the once
blooming store is now emptied as heavily discounted goods are randomly stack
one upon another.
The
last stanza shows how this has an adverse effect on many people. “swaying to
regain my balance behind the men who walk home from sweaty jobs with clenched
fists”.