The eyes of this dead lady speak to me, For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |