A face devoid of love or grace,~Emily Dickinson
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances,—
First time together thrown.
What a description–not even a complete sentence, yet thoroughly damning. The juxtaposition of “hateful” and “hard” with “successful” is especially interesting. I wonder who she’s talking about…did she have someone specific in mind, someone she knew? Was it a face glimpsed in passing on a street? Or is it merely a face imagined?
Your prompt: write a description of the person behind the face Dickinson is describing. Does the poet see that person as they are, or is there more behind that hard facade?