Szinyei Merse, Lovers, 1870
Often the faces speak what words can never say. Some tell of
eternity and others only the latest tattlings. Child faces of blossom smiles or
mouths of hunger are followed by homely faces of majesty carved and worn by
love, prayer and hope, along with others light and carefree as thistledown in a
late summer wind. Faces having land and sea on them, faces honest as the
morning sun flooding a clean kitchen with light, faces crooked and lost and
wondering where to go this afternoon or tomorrow morning...
Some of them are worth a long look now and deep
comtemplation later. Faces betokening a serene blue sky or faces dark with
storm winds and lashing night rain. And faces beyond forgetting, written over with
faiths in men and dreams of man surpassing himself.
Carl Sandburg
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