This poem, “The Sweatshop,” was written by Morris Rosenfeld, a Russian-Polish immigrant who found work in the garment industry in New York City. A “sweatshop” was a workshop, like a small factory, often in a city. Rosenfeld wrote this poem about how he felt at work: “The machines are so wildly noisy in the shop That I often forget who I am. I get lost in the frightful tumultMy self is destroyed, I become a machine. I work and work and work endlessly – I create and create and create Why? For Whom? I don’t know and I don’t ask. What business has a machine thinking?”

1. How would you summarize Rosenfeld’s feelings about his work?
2. What does this poem tell you about the experiences of American workers?

(Please help as soon as possible, this is due tomorrow at 3pm!!)