Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life
WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life! Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; Weave in red blood; weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in! Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not! (We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we know; But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on— the death-envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on;) For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave; We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.
Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life - meaning Summary
Life as Active Weaving
The poem asserts a vigorous affirmation of life, urging the speaker to integrate diverse experiences and impulses into a resilient, ongoing self. It treats identity as an active, creative process—part bodily, part spiritual—where everyday encounters, labor, and desire are woven together to form a hardy, continuous life. The tone combines insistence and openness, celebrating endurance, self-acceptance, and the democratic inclusiveness of lived experience.
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