Botticelli’s Madonna in the Louvre (Edith Wharton Poems)
WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, liesOn thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipseOn Calvary, as if love ...
Edith Wharton Poems (49 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
The Bread Of Angels (Edith Wharton Poems)
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
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 Comrade (Edith Wharton Poems)
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
You and You (Edith Wharton Poems)
TO THE AMERICAN PRIVATE IN THE GREAT WAR Every one of you won the war- You and you and you- ...
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 ...
Moonrise Over Tyringham (Edith Wharton Poems)
Now the high holocaust of hours is done,And all the west empurpled with their death,How swift oblivion drinks the fallen ...
All Souls (Edith Wharton Poems)
IA THIN moon faints in the sky o'erhead,And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ...
With the Tide (Edith Wharton Poems)
Somewhere I read, in an old book whose name Is gone from me, I read that when the days Of ...
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 ...
The Old Pole Star (Edith Wharton Poems)
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the daysMan tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:"The elder races, that long since ...
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 ...
Grief (Edith Wharton Poems)
IOn immemorial altitudes augustGrief holds her high dominion. Bold the feetThat climb unblenching to that stern retreatWhence, looking down, man ...
Some Busy Hands. (Edith Wharton Poems)
I.SOME busy hands have brought to light, And laid beneath my eye, The dress I wore that afternoon You came ...
The Parting Day (Edith Wharton Poems)
I.SOME busy hands have brought to light,And laid beneath my eye,The dress I wore that afternoonYou came to say good-by.About ...
Non Dolet! (Edith Wharton Poems)
Age after age the fruit of knowledge fallsTo ashes on men's lips;Love fails, faith sickens, like a dying treeLife sheds ...
Aeropagus (Edith Wharton Poems)
WHERE suns chase suns in rhythmic dance,Where seeds are springing from the dust,Where mind sways mind with spirit-glance,High court is ...
A Hunting Song (Edith Wharton Poems)
Hunters, where does Hope nest?Not in the half-oped breast,Nor the young rose,Nor April sunrise-thoseWith a quick wing she brushes,The wide ...
Wants (Edith Wharton Poems)
WE women want too many things; And first we call for happiness, — The careless boon the hour brings, The ...
Patience (Edith Wharton Poems)
PATIENCE and I have traveled hand in hand So many days that I have grown to trace The lines of ...
Battle Sleep (Edith Wharton Poems)
SOMEWHERE, O sun, some corner there must beThou visitest, where down the strandQuietly, still, the waves go out to seaFrom ...
‘On Active Service’; American Expeditionary Force (R. S., August 12, 1918) (Edith Wharton Poems)
HE is dead that was alive. How shall friendship understand? Lavish heart and tireless hand Bidden not to give or ...
Phaedra (Edith Wharton Poems)
NOT that on me the Cyprian fury fell,Last martyr of my love-ensanguined race;Not that my children drop the averted faceWhen ...