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"What are the painted faces? how does the speaker feel about them" question from the song of the whale

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The Painted Faces. The Painted Faces were an American garage rock/psychedelic rock band from Fort Myers, Florida who were active from 1967 through 1969, who were not only popular in Florida but achieved a following outside of their own region by playing regular shows in New York City and elsewhere.An interesting question. The speaker in this poem notes that she "could not" stop for Death, a comment which suggests she is a person who was always too active and too interested in life to consider the possibility that she might die. In this poem, however, we can see that she does not have much choice in the matter. On the contrary, although she may have tried to outrun Death, Death "kindly stopped" in his carriage to collect her, instead.

We find more evidence that the speaker is a fast-paced person in her observations about the slow pace of Death's carriage, moving in a way that suggests Death "knew no haste." This appears to be contrary to the speaker's general attitude. We can also detect some regret from her about the fact that she has had to set aside her "labor" and "leisure" in order to accompany Death on this journey. The speaker, then, seems to view Death's appearance as an inconvenience which has distracted her from her daily occupations; she had little intention of stopping her work or play in order to die and is perturbed that Death has, in the guise of a "kindly" gentleman, determined to take her with him all the same.

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painted faces means that the whale mourns for the death of its already dead kin and the remaining whales that will be killed by human beings for its fat. This is used to make lipsticks, soaps and shoe polish

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painted faces means that the when u kill the whale its fat is used for making lipsticks are used by people to paint their faces.

The poet tells us that every whale is crying for your loss of life. You are dead now, I can hear your voice in this forest (Means vast) of sea. Every one is sad on your death. Now you will live for our use. The life we chose: Life of makeup and polish for our shoes. Your death like many other of your kind is worth only this much to us