An Abandoned Factory, Detroit Comments

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Masterful writing from which I have learned technique to further enhance my writing skills.

Marvelous portrayal of an abandoned factory. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.

The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common sense.... Men lived within these foundries, hour by hour; Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears Which might have served to grind their eulogy. wow, so much written between the first and last lines, I particularly liked the images of 'broken windows', 'great presses paused between their strokes', 'air suspended, caught' and 'the sure margin of eternity.' this is a massive work with so many exceptional lines, a topic exceptionally well written in this poem, which is often a badly written topic makes 'An Abandoned Factory, Detroit' a masterpiece for me, even the title sets up wonderful resonant themes within the poem, loved this.

this poem resonates in america today and is the reason many voted for donald trump. but mainly i want to comment on the craft of the poem. i'm not familiar with levine's work, but after reading this i want to read some more. this poem has a tight rhyme scheme and sticks with pentameter, but i hardly noticed it when reading. it flowed logically and naturally. he begins with the outside of the factory then moves attention to the inside through broken windows with muscular descriptions. the poem moves me not by telling me how to feel, but evoking feelings from the things described. i'm off to read more levine. glen kappy

Chained! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

I can relate to this poem, I have seen many Cast Iron foundries closed liked that and when I ventured in this traditional business with one of my friends, we somehow managed to take over the control and run it...A very sad affair to see such industry getting closed down leaving many (200-500 employees) jobless.

A painful homage to the once prestigious edifice of human endeavour. Thanks for this wonderful imagery. A quote: Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears / Which might have served to grind their eulogy.

An amazing metaphorical labyrinth of what was once a nations greatest hope, the assurance of lifelong stability, crushed by the very forces which created it. Leaving loss and confusion in it's pitiless wake. Powerful poem indeed.