Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BRICKLAYER, by VASILY (VASILI) VASILYEVICH KAZIN First Line: I saunter home in the evening Last Line: Sings a red song of the bricks. Subject(s): Bricklayers; Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
I SAUNTER home in the evening, And the sweat on my tired arms sticks, But my apron into the darkness Sings a red song of the bricks. It sings how upward and upward I climbed with my red load high; I was seen up there on the roof-top, On the dark blue roof of the sky. Like a roundabout whirled my eyesight; The mist in the wind made moan. But the Morning too had a burden And carried red bricks of its own. I saunter home in the evening, And the sweat on my tired arms sticks, But my apron into the darkness Sings a red song of the bricks. | 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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