yellow eyes, a poem

yellow eyes, a poem

Out of all the odd faces in this city
I just had to run across yours;
your wide mouth and thin lips
remind of a muppet;
your long, black, bedraggled hair
calls to mind more primitive times;
but more than anything else,
it’s those eyes of yours –
capacious yellow eyes
that swallow up the world
and hold me in place
frozen, forever more.

by matt at shadow of iris

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“His yellow eyes gazed at me possessively — I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Year after year, in my room, on the tallest of bookshelves,
It was regal, perched on its bough-crotch to guard
Blake and Lycidas, Augustine, Hardy and Hamlet,
Baudelaire and Rimbaud, and I knew that the yellow eyes,
Unsleeping, stared as I slept.”
–Robert Penn Warren

“It may be deemed strange that the poet should have given Emetreus yellow eyes; but it was clearly the poet’s intention to depict ‘the kyng of Ynde’ as a man of strange aspect.”
– from Notes and Queries 7/19/1862