FACES of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow and remember only the voices and songs, the stories, newspapers and fights of today. One is Louis Cornaro and a slim trick of slow, short meals across slow, short years, letting Death open the door only in slow, short inches. I have a neighbor who swears by Omar. I have a neighbor who swears by Cornaro. Both are happy. Faces of two eternities keep looking at me. Let them look. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SOLITUDE OF SPACE by FLORA CECILE ALLISON |