The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
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The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.......those are beautiful lines....greatly I enjoyed
" The work of the world is common as mud Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust" . Great poem worshiping work and toil to justify living and life.
The people you speak of are also workers among workers and the author recognizes art that is useful as more beautiful than art that is merely observed.
Hurtful to people who give their widow's mites of physical strength to society and to churches. Also seems to imply that the only art worth of being on the walls
I remember the first time I read this poem in the 1970's! It went straight to my heart and became central to my approach to life! I feel as strong an emotional connection to it today as when I first discovered it! ! Can you imagine giving such a gift as this to the world?
This poem feels more relevant to me now than ever before. The perfect manifesto for social change! gotta love it
Wonderfully expressed... that's what I always wanted to say, but never found the right words for!
this is exceptional! ! ! ! can we use it on our website?