He said not even nothing very well. After you spoke he reached, and slammed a door Within his mind ... and ponderous silence fell. There were few things his sneer could not ignore. His talk was obvious and trite enough. None missed it then, and no one ever will. But it must puzzle God to "call his bluff"— That horrible, complacent "keeping still"! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE PROMETHEUS VINCTUS OF AESCHYLUS by AESCHYLUS THE SHRIMP, SELS by MOSES BROWNE |