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.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
Notes:
- Marge Piercy Poem from Circles on the Water (Knopf, 1982) via Paul Loeb, The Impossible Will Take a Little While: A Citizen’s Guide to Hope in a Time of Fear (Basic Books. 2014)
- Photograph by Leonardo Caforio titled “Sthe hands of a farmer of 95 years marked by hard work in the fields
Live & Learn 
please re-post on Labor day, “Let’s drink To The Hard Working People”/ Thanx so
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Great idea. Thank you.
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Technology has made the past earthen ware as obsolete mode to have water carried or stored..now we got refrigerator to quench our thirst..and to tell the truth I would make a mess and break the pitcher in my eagerness to fetch water for two..forefathers lived and initiated their technology..and we are blessed with all services neatly tucked into our house..with finger touch we do get much..am I glad we don’t use pitcher..let it be thirsty..let us drink in peace.
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Yes. And yet your comment reminds me of the darker side of technology:
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Very right. I agree with your point..
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Thank-You for. writing this. You write so beautifully.
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I wish. I wish I could write something that even remotely resembles this. The author is Marge Piercy.
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I enjoy everything you post. Which is not always the case with all bloggers. It takes real skill to make a blog as interesting as yours.
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Awwww, thank you!
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and herein lies the real job, getting it done. without fail.
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Yes!
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Love this!! Happy thanksgiving XO, jan m
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Hey Jan. Thank you! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family too!
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This is one of my favorite poems. I have a copy that was included in my CSA farm’s newsletter posted on our tea cup cupboard….Marge’s words brew in my household daily. Her lines speak to me more as I live with her poem. Thank you for sharing it here. xo S
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Hi Suzi. Thanks for sharing. It was the first time I had come across this short story after reading many of her poems. It is worthy of a printout and magnet on fridge. 🙂
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perfect for the beginning of the work week
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It is LouAnn. Getting us Marching.
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