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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF THE SHIRT, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: With fingers weary and worn Last Line: "she sang this ""song of the shirt!" Subject(s): Adversity; Freedom; Labor & Laborers; Religion; Social Protest; Liberty; Work; Workers; Theology | |||
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, -- Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!" "Work, work! work While the cock is crowing aloof! And work - work - work Till the stars shine through the roof! It's, O, to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian work! "Work -- work -- work Till the brain begins to swim! Work -- work -- work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, -- Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is no linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch! stitch! stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, -- Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt! "But why do I talk of death, -- That phantom of grisly bone? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own, -- It seems so like my own Because of the fasts I keep; O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! "Work -- work -- work My labor never flags; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread -- and rags, That shattered roof -- and this naked floor -- A table -- a broken chair -- And a wall so blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there! "Work -- work -- work From weary chime to chime! Work -- work -- work As prisoners work for crime Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, -- Till the heart is sick and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand. "Work -- work -- work In the dull December light! And work -- work -- work -- When the weather is warm and bright! While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs, And twit me with the Spring. "O, but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, -- With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal! "O but for one short hour, -- A respite, however brief! No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief! A little weeping would ease my heart; But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!" With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, -- Stitch! stitch! stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch -- Would that its tone could reach the rich! -- She sang this "Song of the Shirt!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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