Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The ShopMarjorie Allen Seiffert
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Men hold red bars of iron with black iron tongs.
It crashes—sparks spatter out; it crashes again, again.
At last the iron is bent as it belongs.
They grin when they please, look ugly when they please;
They wear black oakum in their ears for the noise;
They know their job, handle their tools with ease.
If they like, they are surly, can speak an ugly no;
They laugh great blocks of mirth, their jokes are simple;
They know where they stand, which way they go.
Of womanhood and youth, they would call me friend;
They would see I am one of them, and we could talk
And laugh together, and smoke at the day’s end.