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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MATERIALIST, by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER First Line: If to the discard man's concealed machine Last Line: Law-governed flesh and bone shall not endure? Subject(s): Industry; Labor & Laborers; Materialism; Work; Workers | |||
If to the discard man's concealed machine Is lightly tossed; if the industry of the gland, The workmanship of blood—all the unseen And personal universe that the finest hand Shall never have the wit to demonstrate, Is casual waste; if the body's toil and power Shall but restore and not rejuvenate, Seeing the end is known unto the hour— How then shall that which feeds on the miracle, Man's own part in himself, the fractional soul, The tenant, not the landlord of the cell Be salvaged for its worth, when the functioning whole, The manifold interweaving of the obscure Law-governed flesh and bone shall not endure? | 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 800,000 VIBRATIONS TO THE SECOND by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER |
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