Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORK, by EDITH BLAND NESBIT Poet's Biography First Line: When I am busying about Last Line: And never make the same thing twice! Alternate Author Name(s): Nesbit, E.; Bland, Mrs. Hubert Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
WHEN I am busying about, Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings, Hanging the week's wet washing out Or ironing the children's things, Sweeping and dusting, cleaning grates, Scrubbing the dresser or the floors, Washing the greasy dinner plates, Scouring the brasses on the doors -- I wonder what it's all about, And when did people first begin To keep the dirt and wornness out And keep the wholesome comfort in: How long it is since women bore This round of wash and make and mend, And what God makes us do it for And whether it will ever end! When God began to do His work He made a new thing every day -- Even now He is not one to shirk, But makes things, always some new way He made the earth, and sky, and sun, The creatures of the sea and wood, And when his first week's work was done He saw that it was very good. But He -- for all He worked so fast To finish air, and wave, and shore, Knew that this work of His would last For ever and for evermore. On Saturday night He was content, He knew that Monday would not bring Need for another firmament, Another set of everything. But though my work is easier far Than making sky and sea and sun, It's harder than God's labours are, Because my work is never done. I sweep and churn, save and contrive, I bake and brew, I don't complain, But every Monday morning I've Last Monday's work to do again. I'm good at work -- I work away; Always the same my work must go; The flowers grow different every day, That's why I like to see them grow. If, up in Heaven, God understood He'd let me for my Paradise Make all things new and very good And never make the same thing twice! | 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 A BALLAD OF CANTERBURY by EDITH BLAND NESBIT |
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