Pomegranate Seed (Edith Wharton Poems)
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
Edith Wharton Poems on Life (15 Poems)
Margaret Of Cortona (Edith Wharton Poems)
Fra Paolo, since they say the end is near,And you of all men have the gentlest eyes,Most like our father ...
Ogrin The Hermit (Edith Wharton Poems)
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
Vesalius In Zante (Edith Wharton Poems)
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
The Mortal Lease (Edith Wharton Poems)
IBecause the currents of our love are pouredThrough the slow welter of the primal floodFrom some blind source of monster-haunted ...
Summer Afternoon (Bodiam Castle, Sussex) (Edith Wharton Poems)
THOU couldst not look on me and live: so runs The mortal legend -- thou that couldst not live Nor ...
The Last Giustianini (Edith Wharton Poems)
O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name Could weary one with saying! Once again Laying against my brow ...
A Torchbearer (Edith Wharton Poems)
Great cities rise and have their fall; the brassThat held their glories moulders in its turn.Hard granite rots like an ...
All Saints (Edith Wharton Poems)
All so grave and shining see they comeFrom the blissful ranks of the forgiven,Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal ...
A Grave (Edith Wharton Poems)
Though life should comeWith all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,To proffer you the captaincy of someResounding exploit, that shall ...
Experience (Edith Wharton Poems)
I.LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we standUpon the desert verge of death, and say:"What shall avail the woes of ...
Patience (Edith Wharton Poems)
PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand So many days that I have grown to trace The lines of ...
Life (Edith Wharton Poems)
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
A Meeting (Edith Wharton Poems)
On a sheer peak of joy we meet;Below us hums the abyss;Death either way allures our feetIf we take one ...
Survival (Edith Wharton Poems)
When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,The garnered days and light evasive hours,Are gone again to be ...