After the Capitol, Naval Home
and a Mint in Philadelphia another Mint
was a zipzap draw-it-in-your-sleep-
and-sign-your-name-er. New Orleans
fortunate to be favored
with a Strickland plan perfect
for the rocksoil of Philly where
it would have stood up straight.
For more than a century and a half
Delta tradesmen had work.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
This blog was initially launched as a resource for Ron Mohring's Working Class Literature course. New poems are posted irregularly. All are welcome to share and comment on poems by and about work and the working classes. To suggest a poem for inclusion or a book for the recommended reading list, please email ron dot mohring at gmail dot com; put Working Class Poems in your subject line. Thanks.
Showing posts with label susan eisenberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label susan eisenberg. Show all posts
11.22.2010
12.31.2009
Hazard: Writing at Work
The corner of cardboard
torn from a carton
and safely tucked
in a back pocket
with your scribbled line
I regret to say
has been rinsed washed
spun and tumbled and
though warm and fluffed
is quite blank.
I have left it
folded with the laundry.
Perhaps its shape
will remind you
of your words.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
torn from a carton
and safely tucked
in a back pocket
with your scribbled line
I regret to say
has been rinsed washed
spun and tumbled and
though warm and fluffed
is quite blank.
I have left it
folded with the laundry.
Perhaps its shape
will remind you
of your words.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
12.11.2009
For Money, at the Hotel
someone every morning pulled out this chair for Mr. K
so he could eat his bowl of berries and bran flakes;
someone polished fingerprints
from brass banisters;
someone removed brown leaves
from lobby bouquets;
a carpenter made a straight wall curved
to match an armoire’s turn;
me and John, we crawled a wire
through forty yards of spidernests
to re-switch the canopy lights
and from 10-foot ladders watched a black Buick
aim high-speed for the doorman
who stood still for the regular’s tip.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
so he could eat his bowl of berries and bran flakes;
someone polished fingerprints
from brass banisters;
someone removed brown leaves
from lobby bouquets;
a carpenter made a straight wall curved
to match an armoire’s turn;
me and John, we crawled a wire
through forty yards of spidernests
to re-switch the canopy lights
and from 10-foot ladders watched a black Buick
aim high-speed for the doorman
who stood still for the regular’s tip.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
11.21.2009
Following the Blueprints
To the open possibility
of steel against sky
we weld, bolt and strap
wide staircases of marble, arched
skylights, commanding views
serviced by windowless corridors
where ceilings hang low, as though
the ones who will push carts and carry trays
are unusually small or
prefer to scurry, like mice
in closed dark spaces
or as though
extra headroom might give them
ideas.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
of steel against sky
we weld, bolt and strap
wide staircases of marble, arched
skylights, commanding views
serviced by windowless corridors
where ceilings hang low, as though
the ones who will push carts and carry trays
are unusually small or
prefer to scurry, like mice
in closed dark spaces
or as though
extra headroom might give them
ideas.
:: Susan Eisenberg, Pioneering: Poems from the Construction Site (1998)
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