THE press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the day the Anarchists were hanged in Chicago: "I saw a beautiful woman with bandaged eyes Standing on the steps of a marble temple. Great multitudes passed in front of her, Lifting their faces to her imploringly. In her left hand she held a sword. She was brandishing the sword, Sometimes striking a child, again a laborer, Again a slinking woman, again a lunatic. In her right hand she held a scale; Into the scale pieces of gold were tossed By those who dodged the strokes of the sword. A man in a black gown read from a manuscript: 'She is no respecter of persons.' Then a youth wearing a red cap Leaped to her side and snatched away the bandage. And lo, the lashes had been eaten away From the oozy eye-lids; The eye-balls were seared with a milky mucus; The madness of a dying soul Was written on her face -- But the multitude saw why she wore the bandage." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BRADDAN VICARAGE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 62 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE TRIUMPH OF CIVILISATION by EDWARD CARPENTER |