Glimmer
Let down your braids of hair, lady. Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines under your eyes. Life writes; men dance. And you know how men pay women.
Carl Sandburg
Let down your braids of hair, lady. Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass And gaze long on lines under your eyes. Life writes; men dance. And you know how men pay women.
A woman is told to loosen her hair, sit before a mirror, and really look at the lines under her eyes. The speaker wants her to face what time has written on her face. Then comes the hard, quiet turn: “Life writes; men dance.” Life leaves its marks, while men perform and move around her.
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