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    <id>1319</id>
    <title>Greacen019</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17</updated>
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    <collections>Unpublished Poems</collections>
    <contributor>Greacen Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>19 Jan</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Greacen019</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Faces</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
    <relation>Linen Hall Library</relation>
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    <transcript>﻿Faces

Faces: sun-shielded, indoor faces sprout everywhere,
Cinemas, bus queues, lifts in department stores;
Faces sprayed with the pallor of the city-bound,
Waxen as dolls in tenement attics;
Faces on whom the spilled rouge of apples
Reminds one of the unending Aprils of childhood,
When lilac was as mysterious as perfume of Arabia;
0 the unforgettable fragments of unburied childhood!
Faces at windows, dismayed behind lace curtains,
Faces of the unadventurous and meek;
Faces of the arrogant, walking where angels wince;
Faces of country cousins, town truants, anxious aunts:
The face of a typist, Helen, in glum suburban beauty,
Once seen in a cobwebbed moment, always remebered:
Faces of the dead, the mask serene, contorted:
The living face of poetry, the all-enduring image.
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