Beautiful, tragical faces— <br />Ye that were whole, and are so sunken; <br />And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved, <br />That are so sodden and drunken, <br />Who hath forgotten you? <br /> <br />O wistful, fragile faces, few out of many! <br /> <br />The crass, the coarse, the brazen, <br />God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should do; <br />But oh, ye delicate, wistful faces, <br />Who hath forgotten you?<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piccadilly/
