Morris Rosenfeld

(1862-1923 / Poland)

Morris Rosenfeld Poems

41. I Know Not Why 1/4/2003
42. On The Bosom Of The Ocean 4/22/2010
43. Liberty 4/22/2010
44. My Boy 4/22/2010
45. In The Factory 4/22/2010

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In The Factory

Oh, here in the shop the machines roar so wildly,
That oft, unaware that I am, or have been,
I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult;
And void is my soul... I am but a machine.
I work and I work and I work, never ceasing;
Create and create things from morning till e'en;
For what?--and for whom--Oh, I know not! Oh, ask not!
Who ever has heard of a conscious machine?

No, here is no feeling, no thought and no reason;
This life-crushing labor has ever supprest
The noblest and finest, the truest and richest,
The deepest, the highest and humanly best.
The ...

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A Tear On The Iron

OH, cold and dark is the shop ! I hold the
iron, stand and press ; my heart is weak, I
groan and cough, my sick breast scarcely heaves.

I groan and cough, and press and think;
my eye grows damp, a tear falls ; the iron is hot,
my little tear, it seethes and seethes, and will not
dry up.

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