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Songs of Labor and Other Poems   By: (1862-1923)

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SONGS OF LABOR AND OTHER POEMS BY MORRIS ROSENFELD

Translated from the Yiddish by Rose Pastor Stokes and Helena Frank

Contents

In the Factory My Boy The Nightingale to the Workman What is the World? Despair Whither? From Dawn to Dawn The Candle Seller The Pale Operator The Beggar Family A Millionaire September Melodies Depression The Canary Want and I The Phantom Vessel To my Misery O Long the Way To the Fortune Seeker My Youth In the Wilderness I've Often Laughed Again I Sing my Songs Liberty A Tree in the Ghetto The Cemetery Nightingale The Creation of Man Journalism Pen and Shears For Hire A Fellow Slave The Jewish May The Feast of Lights Chanukah Thoughts Sfere Measuring the Graves The First Bath of Ablution Atonement Evening Prayer Exit Holiday

SONGS OF LABOR AND OTHER POEMS

In the Factory

Oh, here in the shop the machines roar so wildly, That oft, unaware that I am, or have been, I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult; And void is my soul... I am but a machine. I work and I work and I work, never ceasing; Create and create things from morning till e'en; For what? and for whom Oh, I know not! Oh, ask not! Who ever has heard of a conscious machine?

No, here is no feeling, no thought and no reason; This life crushing labor has ever supprest The noblest and finest, the truest and richest, The deepest, the highest and humanly best. The seconds, the minutes, they pass out forever, They vanish, swift fleeting like straws in a gale. I drive the wheel madly as tho' to o'ertake them, Give chase without wisdom, or wit, or avail.

The clock in the workshop, it rests not a moment; It points on, and ticks on: Eternity Time; And once someone told me the clock had a meaning, Its pointing and ticking had reason and rhyme. And this too he told me, or had I been dreaming, The clock wakened life in one, forces unseen, And something besides;... I forget what; Oh, ask not! I know not, I know not, I am a machine.

At times, when I listen, I hear the clock plainly; The reason of old the old meaning is gone! The maddening pendulum urges me forward To labor and labor and still labor on. The tick of the clock is the Boss in his anger! The face of the clock has the eyes of a foe; The clock Oh, I shudder dost hear how it drives me? It calls me "Machine!" and it cries to me "Sew!"

At noon, when about me the wild tumult ceases, And gone is the master, and I sit apart, And dawn in my brain is beginning to glimmer, The wound comes agape at the core of my heart; And tears, bitter tears flow; ay, tears that are scalding; They moisten my dinner my dry crust of bread; They choke me, I cannot eat; no, no, I cannot! Oh, horrible toil I born of Need and of Dread.

The sweatshop at mid day I'll draw you the picture: A battlefield bloody; the conflict at rest; Around and about me the corpses are lying; The blood cries aloud from the earth's gory breast. A moment... and hark! The loud signal is sounded, The dead rise again and renewed is the fight... They struggle, these corpses; for strangers, for strangers! They struggle, they fall, and they sink into night.

I gaze on the battle in bitterest anger, And pain, hellish pain wakes the rebel in me! The clock now I hear it aright! It is crying: "An end to this bondage! An end there must be!" It quickens my reason, each feeling within me; It shows me how precious the moments that fly. Oh, worthless my life if I longer am silent, And lost to the world if in silence I die.

The man in me sleeping begins to awaken; The thing that was slave into slumber has passed: Now; up with the man in me! Up and be doing! No misery more! Here is freedom at last! When sudden: a whistle! the Boss an alarum! I sink in the slime of the stagnant routine; There's tumult, they struggle, oh, lost is my ego; I know not, I care not, I am a machine!...

My Boy

I have a little boy at home, A pretty little son; I think sometimes the world is mine In him, my only one... Continue reading book >>




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