Poems about working delve into the daily struggles, triumphs, and monotony of labor. They paint vivid pictures of various occupations, from factory workers to farmers, highlighting the dignity and resilience of those who toil to sustain themselves and their families.
These verses explore the complexities of work-life, societal expectations, and the pursuit of meaning in one’s occupation.
Poems about working often evoke a sense of camaraderie among workers, celebrating their contributions to society and advocating for fair treatment and acknowledgment of their efforts.
‘Who Burns for the Perfection of Paper’ contrasts two forms of labor and encourages the reader to consider the relationship between them.
At sixteen, I worked after high school hours
at a printing plant
that manufactured legal pads:
‘Tractor’ by Ted Hughes is a powerful poem that represents and narrates the fight and victory of machinery with rich assertion and proper lexical equipment used.
The tractor stands frozen - an agony
To think of. All night
Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
A spill of molten ice, smoking snow
‘What Work Is’ by Philip Levine attempts to reconcile the speaker’s perceptions of what work is versus the tormenting experience of waiting for it.
We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
‘An Hour With Thee’ by Sir Walter Scott is a poem about the speaker’s appreciation for spending time with an unnamed character. Despite his difficult life, an hour with this person can make his situation tolerable.
An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
‘Carpet-weavers, Morocco’ is a challenging poem which explores issues such as child labour as well as examining the myriad origins of beauty.
The children are at the loom of another world.
Their braids are oiled and black, their dresses bright.
Their assorted heights would make a melodious chime.
‘Lorry’ by Al Hafiz Sanusi depicts the ways that change can improve lives but also complicate and damage them. The poet uses the poem to discuss the need for better transportation standards for migrant workers.
The day will come
when you who have helped to build our nation
will finally
get to sit back
Walt Whitman’s poetic prose, ‘I hear America Singing’, free-flows with vibrancy, energy, and sheer respect for working class members of America.
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
‘The Forge’ elevates blacksmithing to a sacred act, blending the physical and spiritual in a vivid, non-traditional sonnet form.
All I know is a door into the dark.
Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting;
Inside, the hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring,
‘Marked With D’ by Tony Harrison is a sad poem about mortality and the ways in which human lives are valued.
When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven
not unlike those he fuelled all his life,
I thought of his cataracts ablaze with Heaven
‘Two Scavengers in a Truck, Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes’ by Lawrence Ferlinghetti explores wealth and class differences in the United States.
At the stoplight waiting for the light
nine a.m. downtown San Francisco
a bright yellow garbage truck
with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers
‘One More Round’ features a never-ending cycle of hard work, which draws on African American history throughout the 19th and 20th centuries.
There ain't no pay beneath the sun
As sweet as rest when a job's well done.
I was born to work up to my grave
‘The Housewife’ by Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman describes the day to day life of a housewife and the circular, unchanging elements of that life.
Here is the House to hold me — cradle of all the race;
Here is my lord and my love, here are my children dear —
Here is the House enclosing, the dear-loved dwelling place;
Why should I ever weary for aught that I find not here?
Denise Levertov’s ‘Pleasures’ celebrates the beauty hidden within everyday objects, inviting readers to discover the extraordinary in the ordinary.
I like to find
what's not found
at once, but lies
within something of another nature,
‘Monologue’ by Hone Tuwhare is a contemporary poem about the difficulties workers face when looking for a job and how temporary those jobs can be.
I like working near a door. I like to have my work-bench
close by, with a locker handy.
‘The Red Wheelbarrow’ by William Carlos Williams is a short modernist poem depicting a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow