These to me are beautiful people;
Thick hair sliding in a ripple
A tall throat, round as a column;
A mournful mouth, small and solemn,
Having to confound the mourner
Irony in either corner;
the limbs fine, narrow and strong;
Like the wind they walk along,
Like the whirlwind, bad to follow;
the cheekbones high, the cheeks hollow,
The eyes large and wide apart.
They carry a dagger in the heart
So clean and keen it never rankles…
They wear small bones in wrists and ankles.
Elinor Wylie
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