THE brass medallion profile of your face I keep always. It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. It is not stuck up in a show place on the office wall. I carry it in a special secret pocket in the day And it is under my pillow at night. The brass came from a long ways off: it was up against hell and high water, fire and flood, before the face was put on it. It is the side of a head; a woman wishes; a woman waits; a woman swears behind silent lips that the sea will bring home what is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD POST MORTEM by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER |