What nudity as beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at this toil;
Those naked iron muscles dripping oil,
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss?
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labour cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
Conceals its fury with a gentle hiss.
It does not vent its loathing, it does not turn
Upon its makers with destroying hate.
It bears a deeper malice; lives to earn
Its master's bread and laughs to see this great
Lord of the earth, who rules but cannot learn,
Become the slave of what his slaves create.
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"and laughs to see this great
ReplyDeleteLord of the earth, who rules but cannot learn,
Become the slave of what his slaves create."
Excellent.
for some reason this reminds me of a poem i found a while back: http://andreakristeen.blogspot.com/2006/10/conclusion-steve-turner.html
ReplyDeleteLove it! Great find Andrea!
ReplyDeleteThis has been a favorite of mine since high school. I have had it committed to memory since I was 14!
ReplyDeleteI have to do an assignment on this for school and i think it is a fantastic poem.
ReplyDeleteJoe- it certainly is man.
ReplyDeletewhat is the analysis of this poem
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