Why do I write today? <br /> <br />The beauty of <br />the terrible faces <br />of our nonentites <br />stirs me to it: <br /> <br />colored women <br />day workers— <br />old and experienced— <br />returning home at dusk <br />in cast off clothing <br />faces like <br />old Florentine oak. <br /> <br />Also <br /> <br />the set pieces <br />of your faces stir me— <br />leading citizens— <br />but not <br />in the same way.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apology-42/
