American Life In Poetry
June 6, 2019
When I was a nasty little kid I once made fun of a girl in my school because her father worked cutting up dead animals at a rendering plant.My mother sat me down and said, "Ted, all work is honorable."I've never forgotten that.Here's a fine poem about the nobility of work by Sally Bliumis-Dunn, from her book Echolocation, published by Plume Editions, Asheville, NC.The poet lives in Armonk, New York.
I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them slack, as though
they hardly noticed one another.
The father sanded the gunwales,
the boy coiled the lines.
And I admired the...