I should have seen the sign: "Fresh paint," But useless to advise The careless soul, and memory's stained With cheeks, calves, hands, lips, eyes. More than all failure, all success, I loved you, for your skill In whitening the yellowed world As white cosmetics will. Listen, my dark, my friend: by God, All will grow white somehow, Whiter than madness or lamp shades Or bandage on a brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |