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I am very moved by this beautiful Pinsky poem. It is redolent of our history as Jews in America and now other hardworking immigrant groups. It is deliciously , specifically visual and one can smell the odor of the big steam presses, and the clatter of the sewing machines.

It might be worth noting that when Leck Walenska led the Solidarity labor uprising in the Polish shipyard decades ago, eventually b ringing down the Communist government, he did not hesitate to use the "Jewish card" when he thought it would benefit him. Were there any Jews left in Poland by that time?

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He, not hi.

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Did you understand the reference to George Herbert? What does hi mean?

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Wasn't Herbert a Renaissance poet.?

"Me thinks

How sweetly flows,

The liquification of me Julia's clothes"

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Yes, but how does George Herbert figure in this poem?

Thanks for answering. The original, poster hasn’t replied, but I did get an Alte appeal for money as a response.

(He was a Metaphysical poet. )

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I was reminded by a learned friend, this verse is by Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

Upon Julia’s Clothes

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,

Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows

That liquefaction of her clothes.

Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see

That brave vibration each way free,

O how that glittering taketh me!

George Herbert, 1593-1633, wrote more about religion and God. Not so steamy, except for religious fervor.

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