Dead hair dripping from her head, As sea-weed drips over the side of a cliff. Dead hair, half-brown, half-gray, Coarse, uncombed, Thrown back from the uplifted head. Two eyes of brown, a greenish brown, Like stagnant water that shelters weeds and slimy things. ... Two eyes like holes in a shrivelled winter-leaf Whose edges are the bruised lids. ... Dead hair dripping from her head, And two dull eyes, Also dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER IN A BREATH; TO THE WILLIAMSON BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG |