Come you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street car. Take your pencils And draw these faces. Try with your pencils for these crooked faces, That pig-sticker in one corner -- his mouth -- That overall factory girl -- her loose cheeks. Find for your pencils A way to mark your memory Of tired empty faces. After their night's sleep, In the moist dawn And cool daybreak, Faces Tired of wishes, Empty of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WAY TO ARCADY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SOLITARY WOODSMAN by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |