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Leonardo imagined the first one	A
The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord	B
illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en perfection	A
Then Ramsden Vauconson the great Maudslay	C
his student Roberts Fox Clement Whitworth	D
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The long line of machinists to my left	E
lean into their work ungloved hands adjusting the calipers	F
tapping the bit lightly with their fingertips	G
Each man withdraws into his house of work	H
the rough cut shearing of iron by tempered steel	C
blue black threads lifting like locks of hair	I
then breaking over bevel and ridge	J
Oil and water splash over the whitening bit hissing	K
The lathe on night shift moonlight silvering the bed ways	L
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The old man I apprenticed with Roy Garcia	M
in silk shirt khakis and Florsheims Cautious	N
almost delicate explanations and slow	C
shapely hand movements Craft by repetition	A
Haig and Haig behind the tool chest	O
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In Diderot's Encyclopaedia an engraving	K
of a small machine shop forge and bellows in back	P
in the foreground a mandrel lathe turned by a boy	Q
It is late afternoon and the copper light leaking in	R
from the street side of the shop just catches	S
his elbow calf shoe Taverns begin to crowd	T
with workmen curling over their tankards	S
still hearing in the rattle of carriages over cobblestone	U
the steady tap of the treadle	C
the gasp and heave of the bellows	S
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The boy leaves the shop cringing into the light	V
and digs the grime from his fingernails blue	C
from bruises Walking home he hears a clavier	I
Couperin maybe a Bach toccata from a window overhead	W
Music he thinks the beautiful	C
Tavern doors open Voices Grab and hustle of the street	X
Cart wheels The small room of his life The darkening sky	Y
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I listen to the clunk and slide of the milling machine	Z
Maudsley's art of clarity and precision sculpture of poppet	X
saddle jack screw pawl cone pulley	C
the fit and mesh of gears tooth in groove like interlaced fingers	S
I think of Mozart folding and unfolding his napkin	R
as the notes sound in his head The new machinist sings Patsy Cline	A2
I Fall to Pieces Sparrows bicker overhead	X
Screed of the grinder the bandsaw's groan and wail	C
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In his boredom the boy in Diderot	X
studies again through the shop's open door	I
the buttresses of Suger's cathedral	C
and imagines the young Leonardo in his apprenticeship	B2
staring through the window at Brunelleschi's dome	C2
solid yet miraculous a resurrected body floating above the city	X
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Outside a cowbird cries flapping up from the pipe rack	P
the ruffling of wings like a quilt flung over a bed	X
Snow settles on the tops of cans black rings in a white field	X
The stock cut clean gleams under lamplight	X
After work I wade back through the silence of the shop	D2
the lathes shut down inert like enormous animals in hibernation	A
red oil rags lying limp on the shoulders	S
of machines dust motes still climbing shafts	S
of dawn light hook and hoist chain lying desultory	X
as an old drunk collapsed outside a bar	I
barn sparrows pecking on the shores of oil puddles	S
emptiness wholeness a cave a cathedral	C
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As morning light washes the walls of Florence	S
the boy Leonardo mixes paints in Verrocchio's shop	D2
and watches the new apprentice muddle	C
the simple task of the Madonna's shawl	C
Leonardo whistles a canzone and imagines	S
a lathe the spindle bit and treadle the gleam of brass	S

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