Of Their Crafts
I still recall the dazzling shops of Turkey,
in which, through open walls facing the square,
the jolliest of craftsmen sell their wares –
choice items of exquisite handiwork.
A lathe’s bow travels as a sharp tool sends
wood shavings loose with a peculiar song:
a mouthpiece for a pipe – fine, thin, and strong –
emerges, ball of amber at one end.
I’ve been where steel is smelted – fiery hells –
as well as glass-bead workshops on Capri,
seeking the dream of labor’s poetry…
But beaded straps, marble with tales to tell,
a pauper’s mangal like a golden urn:
a school of beauty where we pass and learn.