......plying her needle and thread
Liz’ comment in the last post reminded me I have a book of quote’s, ‘Magill’s Quotations in Context’ to be exact (Harper and Row, 1965). A book I bought in February 1983 in a discount store, in search of the truth, or an answer at least to vaguely formed questions in my young mind. The Tolkien quote isn’t in this book, but I did go searching for something I might be able to use in the blog, lo and behold, a poem about rags, stitches and sewing; sounds familiar right! I absolutely love how one thing leads to another and how I can wander into a different world, another era through the power of images and words.
‘A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, plying her needle and thread’
Source: The Song of the Shirt (Stanza 1)
Author: Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
Humanitarian poem, first published 1843
Context: Hood, a minor romantic poet, wrote ‘The Song of the Shirt’ to awaken the public to the hardships of workers in England. The woman in the poem is depicted as a widow who has to support her family by sewing for seven shillings a week. The destitute woman sings a song of protest: ‘It is not linen you’re wearing out/ But human creatures’ lives…Oh, God! That bread should be so dear,/ And flesh and blood so cheap!’ The woman’s heart and brain are ‘benumbed’ by the ceaseless labor. She longs to breathe fresh air and enjoy nature. But she cannot even find time to weep. She is becoming like the steam engine, ‘A mere machine of iron and wood/ That toils for Mammon’s sake,/ Without a brain to ponder and craze/ Or a heart to feel---and break!’ The woman is a hopeless slave who ‘has never a soul to save, ‘ but the poet wishes that her song ‘could reach the rich!’ The first stanza describes the woman:
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread - - -
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the ‘Song of the Shirt.’
the wonders of the web have led me to this site cummingsstudyguides (there are more) with the entire poem and background information
there are even several video's:
Malc Cowle reading
ja we verbinden / herkennen ons via dit web gebeuren en zo evolueren we verder rijkend naar wat " WAAR "is
ik groet je maria
So I thought about it and of course one thing led to another ... in this case to a Walt Wilkins song entitled Poetry:
I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star, or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing
Just one thing is clear to me
There's always more than what appears to be
And when the light's just right
I swear I see poetry
Liz, oh I love that song too (I still have a post in mind where that song fits so well...)
what struck me after finding this quote is how the poem still resonates more than 150 years after it was first published and how what it describes and bemoans alas still happens today in other parts of the world (maybe even happens here in secret sweatshops) and of course it is sad that what could have brought joy brings pain and suffering, sadder still that so little has changed for so many of us.....how fortunate I am to have been born in a Western European country with equal rights, minimum wages, democracy, decent education....et cetera, we all have a long way to go still for the world to be a better and safer place for everyone
hello Maria, yes I've seen you in Grace's blog and Julie's; jij hebt die prachtige stoffen naar Grace gestuurd; waar in Belgie woon je? wie weet kan ik een keer langskomen, of is dat te brutaal?
zo is het Yvette, ongelooflijk wat er kan en het mooie is dat er ook zoveel moois gebeurt hier in onze blog cirkel.
in Dutch...!!! i read aloud...you
makes me ADMIRE everytime MORE those
who are bilingual....
nee hoor niet brutaal ," recht toe recht aan "
Maria ik heb het via facebook geprobeerd, nog niets van haar gehoord, mijn email adres is email@example.com groetjes
sorry maria en saskia....
het is dus al geregeld qua mail
can the 2 of you visit me after you visited each other?
i live near our amsterdam