Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers -- old and experienced -- returning home at dusk in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak. Also the set pieces of your faces stir me -- leading citizens -- but not in the same way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS |