This face is a haze more chill than the arctic sea,
Its sleepy and wabbling icebergs crunch as they go.
This is a face of bitter herbs, this an emetic, they
need no label,
And more of the drug-shelf, laudanum,
This face is an epilepsy, its wordless tongue gives
out the earthly cry,
Its veins down the neck distend, its
eyes roll till
they show nothing but their whites,
Its teeth grit, the palms of the hands are cut by the
The man falls struggling and foaming to the ground,
while he speculates well.
This face is bitten by vermin and worms,
And this is some murderer's knife with a half-pull'd
This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,
An unceasing death-bell tolls there.
Features of my equals would you trick me with your
creas'd and cadaverous march?
Well, you cannot
I see your rounded never-erased flow,
I see 'neath the rims of your haggard and mean
Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling
fores of fishes or rats,
You'll be unmuzzled, you certainly
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering
idiot they had at the asylum,
And I knew for my consolation
what they knew not,
I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my
The same wait to clear the
rubbish from the fallen
And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
And I shall meet the
real landlord perfect and
unharm'd, every inch as good as myself.
The Lord advances, and yet advances,
Always the shadow in front, always the reach'd
hand bringing up
Out of this face emerge banners and horses
O superb! I see what is coming,
I see the high pioneer-
caps, see staves of runners
clearing the way,
I hear victorious drums.
This face is a life-boat,
This is the face commanding and bearded, it asks no
odds of the rest,
This face is
flavor'd fruit ready for eating,
This face of a healthy honest boy is the programme
of all good.
These faces bear testimony slumbering or awake,
They show their descent from the Master himself.
Off the word I have spoken I except not one
red, white, black, are all deific,
In each house is the ovum,
it comes forth after a
Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,
Tall and sufficient stand behind and make signs to
I read the promise and patiently wait.
This is a full-grown lily's face,
She speaks to the limber-hipp'd man near the
she blushingly cries, Come night
to me limberhipp'd man,
Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can
Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me,
Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my
breast and shoulders.
The old face of the mother of many children,
Whist! I am fully content.