O Make Me A Mask
O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face,
Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare
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O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face,
Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer
Sympathetically I observe The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating What a strain it is to be evil
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,