I have a vast traumatic eye set in my forehead center that tortures to its own design all images that enter Conceiving menace in the green beneficence of warmth and light it cries alarm into the heart and moves the hand to strike. By fall of night all who were near are put to flight or slain: the eye, dilated still with fear, commands an empty plain. Then slowly as the golden horns sound further in dispersion, inward does the Cyclops eye revolve on dull aversion, Inward where the heart stripped bare of enemy and lover returns a burning, foxlike stare till darkness films it over. Tennessee Williams is recognized as one of the most important American playwrights of the 20th Century. He is the author of such classics as A Streetcar Named Desire (1947), Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1955), Sweet Bird of Youth (1959), and The Night of the Iguana (1961). Williams, however, began his literary career with the ambition of earning fame as a poet, and he continued to think of himself as a poet for the rest of his life. He published two volumes of verse in his lifetime: In the Winter of Cities (1956) and Androgyne, Mon Amour (1977). New Directions published The Collected Poems of Tennessee Williams in 2002.