Dead Faces <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Dead faces laugh and grimace with a grin <br />but faces which are moribund can’t smile; <br />once you’ve lost and know you cannot win <br />you are revived by that which you revile. <br /> <br /> <br />In “The King’s Threshold” W. B. Yeats describes the way that the poet Seanchan fasted on the doorstep of the King of Gort who said that he could not give way because he was King. Yeats’ dying poet says: <br /> <br />When I and these are dead <br />We should be carried to some windy hill <br />To lie there with uncovered face awhile <br />That mankind…may know <br />Dead faces laugh, King! King! <br />Dead faces laugh. <br /> <br /> <br />8/24/01<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-faces/
