A STONE face higher than six horses stood five thousand years gazing at the world seeming to clutch a secret. A boy passes and throws a niggerhead that chips off the end of the nose from the stone face; he lets fly a mud ball that spatters the right eye and cheek of the old looker-on. The boy laughs and goes whistling "ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee." The stone face stands silent, seeming to clutch a secret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA |