"Some forlorn machine" / the Great Resignation

I don't know if the Great Resignation is something that's really going on in the world of human actions, or if it's happening primarily in the imaginations of journalists. Regardless, here's an excerpt from a Robert Frost poem that pertains. This poem isn't Frost's best or worst.


A LONE STRIKER


The swinging mill bell changed its rate

To tolling like the count of fate,

And though at that the tardy ran,

One failed to make the closing gate.

There was a law of God or man

That on the one who came too late

The gate for half an hour be locked,

His time be lost, his pittance docked.

He stood rebuked and unemployed.

The straining mill began to shake.

The mill, though many-many-eyed,

Had eyes inscrutably opaque;

So that he couldn't look inside

To see if some forlorn machine

Was standing idle for his sake.

(He couldn’t hope its heart would break.)


(...)


He knew another place, a wood,

And in it, tall as trees, were cliffs;

And if he stood on one of these,

Twould be among the tops of trees,

Their upper branches round him wreathing,

Their breathing mingled with his breathing.

If – if he stood! Enough of ifs!

He knew a path that wanted walking;

He knew a spring that wanted drinking;

A thought that wanted further thinking;

A love that wanted re-renewing.

Nor was this just a way of talking

To save him the expense of doing.

With him it boded action, deed.


The factory was very fine;

He wished it all the modern speed.

Yet, after all, ‘twas not divine,

That is to say, ‘twas not a church.

He never would assume that he’d

Be any institution’s need.

But he said then and still would say,

If there should ever come a day

When industry seemed like to die

Because he left it in the lurch,

Or even merely seemed to pine

For want of his approval, why,

Come get him – they knew where to search.



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