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Robbed out
to see night in a safe
we open it a little
poor old miners
troubled to find no ore
Poemas sobre el tema: miner
Poemas sobre el tema «miner» en Poets.by.
Miners
Out of the old coal hole,
new and clean
at 3:00 o’clock
the colliers see in the dark,
garden some ill wood
and believe in little.
The Miner
Indomitable energy controlled
By Fate to wayward ends and to half use,
He should have given his service to the Muse,
To most men shy, to him, her humble soldier,
Frank-hearted, generous, bold.
Yet though his fate be cross, he shall not tire
Nor seek another service than his own:
For selfless valour and the primal fire
Shine out from him, as once from great Ulysses,
That king without a throne.
Pennsylvania
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania,
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys.
In the blue Susquehanna
On a Saturday morning
I saw the mounted constabulary go by,
I saw boys playing marbles.
Spring and the hills laughed.
And in places
Along the Appalachian chain,
I saw steel arms handling coal and iron,
And I saw the white-cauliflower faces
Of miners' wives waiting for the men to come home from the day's work.
I made color studies in crimson and violet
Over the dust and domes of culm at sunset.