Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORKERS' OFFSPRING, by VINCENT FERRINI First Line: Out of iron earth our tenement lives Last Line: In false nation, born unalive. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Nations; Soul; Work; Workers | ||||||||
Out of iron earth our tenement lives Asphyxiate, ungrowing in dearth; This country monstrous with naked lies Stunts our bodies aging, undone. Pulsing energies dammed within; Hands, faces, brains meaningless, Cast in flux of historic din. Souls to souls jobless, frightening, Workers' offspring, telegraphed, timed, Breathe stifling of this night; Unhoused, stoned with desires, tombed. Bodies among bodies arrive Rooted, chiseled, alleyed names In false nation, born unalive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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