Work Poems

I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics- each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
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Hey diddle diddle
We're all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
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The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
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Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.
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Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
          I am the grass; I cover all.
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Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
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When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
And when they're not doing one of those
They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes
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When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
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We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you're
old enough to read this you know what
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THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.
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(This is a small poem written years back for my daughter, when she was still a kid.)

'Why Sunday? '
My daughter asked.
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A man risked his life to write the words.
A man hung upside down (an idiot friend
holding his legs?) with spray paint
to write the words on a girder fifty feet above
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Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
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Prelude to "Stalky & Co."


"Let us now praise famous men"--
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