Swinging steel hammer,
Brow dripping sweat, I toil.
For whom do I work?
12 April 2010
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There is something so terribly profound about this short poem. It brought to mind all kinds of memory about reading Marx and alienated labor and existentialism and about what motivates our struggle. It is extraordinary how such a small poem can stir so much.
ReplyDeleteI recommend finding out who you are doing the work for. It would be terrible if you didn't get paid.
ReplyDeleteLOL - I have to agree with Mo on this one.
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This reminds me of Two Tramps in Mud Time, my favorite poem of all time...Frost.
ReplyDeleteI guess I work for myself because I have been self motivated all these years.
ReplyDeleteQuick! Where's my copy of "Live at Folsom"!
ReplyDeleteGreat title, great haiku.
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