idyll men in the day’s sun make their living at who they are—secure beam to girder—steady a heavy load—scale a crane tower—look out for their fellows—learn eiffel notre dame ta belle maison each day like a thousand Philippe Petits*—walk the sky wire sans net sans tether and with the day’s living made—fall with the sun into the living earth it’s there every day ever warm ever happy for your return alan girling © *Philippe Petit: a French high-wire artist famous for his unauthorized high-wire walks between the towers of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris and the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York.
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So much of our lives depend on those we seldom consider. Man Of Aran well considers some of these folk in this poem. Thanks for the reminder, Alan.
During the time of sailing ships the men who worked high steel were often men who as boys climbed rigging and set sails on clipper ships. I love this ode to them, I never met him but my mothers father had been one of them.