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== Portrait of a Machine ==
 
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What nudity is beautiful as this
What nudity is beautiful as this
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It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn

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Bibliographic Information
Author Untermeyer, Louis
Genre Poetry
Journal or Book American Poetry
Publisher Hartcourt, Brace and Company
Year of Publication 1922
Pages 114
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What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles dripping oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
Conceals its fury with a gentle hiss.

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It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with destroying hate.
It bears a deeper malice; lives to earn
Its master's bread and laughs to see this great
Lord of the earth, who rules but cannot learn.
Become the slave of what his slaves create.

metaphysicspersonification