A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the end of the nose from the stone face; he lets fly a mud ball that spatters the right eye and cheek of the old looker-on. The boy laughs and goes whistling "ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee." The stone face stands silent, seeming to clutch a secret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |