Elizabeth Bishop's "Filling Station" presents contrasting images of an unkempt gas station at which nearly everything is oily.
Oh, but it is dirty!
--this little filling station,
to a disturbing, over-all
All that is out front, then, is permeated with the translucent black, even the father's and "greasy" sons' jumpsuits. Yet, the word "translucency" suggests that there is more to see than the oily and dirty appearance of the station. For, in the back of the station-- although oily--there is the evidence of family living: wicker furniture, comic books, a begonia, doilies crocheted with flowerets, and neatly arranged oil cans that display the gasoline company's logo, while at the same time it spells out a "soft" metaphoric message: "SO-SO-SO"--that is, so what? Things are oily, but there is still a family here as a person, a loving person, has embroidered the doily, watered the plant, arranged the cans.
In the front is a gas station much like many other gas stations. But, in back, there is a familial setting, albeit a bit oily, where evidence of family and love exists.