Monday, January 13, 2003

An Abandoned Factory, Detroit Comments

Rating: 3.3

The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,
An iron authority against the snow,
And this grey monument to common sense
Resists the weather. Fears of idle hands,

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Philip Levine
COMMENTS
SUper dude 14 January 2020

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i yf80y38of4 14 January 2020

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Richard Wlodarski 07 January 2017

Masterful writing from which I have learned technique to further enhance my writing skills.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 December 2016

Marvelous portrayal of an abandoned factory. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.

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Terry Craddock 14 December 2016

The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common sense.... Men lived within these foundries, hour by hour; Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears Which might have served to grind their eulogy. wow, so much written between the first and last lines, I particularly liked the images of 'broken windows', 'great presses paused between their strokes', 'air suspended, caught' and 'the sure margin of eternity.' this is a massive work with so many exceptional lines, a topic exceptionally well written in this poem, which is often a badly written topic makes 'An Abandoned Factory, Detroit' a masterpiece for me, even the title sets up wonderful resonant themes within the poem, loved this.

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Glen Kappy 14 December 2016

this poem resonates in america today and is the reason many voted for donald trump. but mainly i want to comment on the craft of the poem. i'm not familiar with levine's work, but after reading this i want to read some more. this poem has a tight rhyme scheme and sticks with pentameter, but i hardly noticed it when reading. it flowed logically and naturally. he begins with the outside of the factory then moves attention to the inside through broken windows with muscular descriptions. the poem moves me not by telling me how to feel, but evoking feelings from the things described. i'm off to read more levine. glen kappy

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 December 2016

Chained! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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M Asim Nehal 14 December 2016

I can relate to this poem, I have seen many Cast Iron foundries closed liked that and when I ventured in this traditional business with one of my friends, we somehow managed to take over the control and run it...A very sad affair to see such industry getting closed down leaving many (200-500 employees) jobless.

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Rajnish Manga 03 March 2015

A painful homage to the once prestigious edifice of human endeavour. Thanks for this wonderful imagery. A quote: Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears / Which might have served to grind their eulogy.

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Smoky Hoss 16 February 2015

An amazing metaphorical labyrinth of what was once a nations greatest hope, the assurance of lifelong stability, crushed by the very forces which created it. Leaving loss and confusion in it's pitiless wake. Powerful poem indeed.

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Eric Cockrell 09 February 2012

very well done... your images leap out and grab!

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Michael Gale 08 April 2009

Great writing! A gifted talent that has written unique and so artful. God bless us all-MJG.

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G. Murdock 06 December 2005

Great Piece ....great descriptive indictment of rust. Also a great reality check on the fate of American workers.

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