Marge Piercy’s “To Be of Use”

Marge Piercy’s “To Be of Use”

The people I love the best
jump into work head first

without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

Marge Piercy’s poem “To Be of Use” is a call to action and a meditation on the purpose of work. We read it when we’re feeling stuck, and we share it with students when they need a creative jumpstart. We often ask our students to identify one line that particularly resonates, and to share with the rest of the class what it means to them. Equally at home in an English classroom, a studio or a gym, Piercy reminds us of what “real work” looks, sounds and feels like.

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