THE brass medallion profile of your face I keep always. It is not jingling with loose change in my pockets. It is not stuck up in a show place on the office wall. I carry it in a special secret pocket in the day And it is under my pillow at night. The brass came from a long ways off: it was up against hell and high water, fire and flood, before the face was put on it. It is the side of a head; a woman wishes; a woman waits; a woman swears behind silent lips that the sea will bring home what is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GODODDIN: CARADOC by ANEIRIN TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD |