This is the Face
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
~Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
This is the face that launched a thousand ships,
This face with tear-soaked cheeks and swollen lips,
Half-mad eyes, a tongue that rips,
Slanted teeth, cracked and chipped,
That chew but cannot grip,
Gray hair with white at the tips,
This, the face that launched a thousand ships.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem