Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers -- old and experienced -- returning home at dusk in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak. Also the set pieces of your faces stir me -- leading citizens -- but not in the same way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE NOVEMBER, 1806 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TELL ME by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |