I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
Why it works
Whitman crafts this poem using the raw material of occupational catalogues — the language typical of census records, trade directories, and labor journalism from his time. By organizing a list of workers and their tasks into lines, he turns straightforward documentary prose into something lyrical and enchanting. The repeated phrase 'singing his' echoes the essential technique of found poetry: applying a structural pattern to borrowed, list-like language, which makes it feel suddenly vibrant and purposeful.