Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Shoe FactoryRuth Harwood
From “Working-hour Songs”
Song of the knot-tyer
T
When I came
That this would be drudgery,
Always the same
Thing over and over
Day after day—
The same swift movement
In the same small way.
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Take off,
Cut,
And put
It aside.
In rhythmical beat—
Some say it is drudgery
But to me it is sweet.
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Out-doors
The sky
Is so blue
And so wide!
Going steadily on,
Marching in measures
Till the day is gone.
Place,
Push,
And it’s tied.
Soon end
Of day
Will bring him
To my side.
Singing so fast,
Speeding happy hours
Till he comes at last!