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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRESENT DAY SONNETS: OUR LOOMS, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT Poet's Biography
First Line: Rich stuffs our looms weave for fair ladies' wear.'
Last Line: The brutish engine like all tyrants blind.
Subject(s): Class Struggle; Clothing & Dress; Labor & Laborers; Weaving & Weavers; Work; Workers
First Line: Rich stuffs our looms weave for fair ladies' wear.'
Last Line: The brutish engine like all tyrants blind.
Subject(s): Class Struggle; Clothing & Dress; Labor & Laborers; Weaving & Weavers; Work; Workers
"Rich stuffs our looms weave for fair ladies' wear."
So read the caption in the daily press;
Then followed fabrics in which women dress,
Whose costly garments win a beggar's stare.
Our looms weave? No! but men and women, where
Looms roar Niagara-like, whose strain and stress
Dull ears and eyes and soul, -- a weariness
Rare pleasure cannot lift or night repair.
Our looms weave? No! but men become machines,
Which wages, dropping scanty oil, supply.
The helps mind conjured here destroy the mind;
For flesh and soul are fed to make sateens,
While spindles, shuttles, faster, faster, fly,
The brutish engine like all tyrants blind.
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