The Tomb of Ilaria Giunigi (Edith Wharton Poems)
ILARIA, thou that wert so fair and dearThat death would fain disown thee, grief made wiseWith prophecy thy husband's widowed ...
Edith Wharton Poems (49 Poems)
Mould and Vase [GREEK POTTERY OF AREZZO.] (Edith Wharton Poems)
HERE in the jealous hollow of the mould,Faint, light-eluding, as templed in the breastOf some rose-vaulted lotus, see the bestThe ...
Botticelli’s (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 ...
The One Grief (Edith Wharton Poems)
ONE grief there is, the helpmeet of my heart,That shall not from me till my days be sped,That walks beside ...
The Eumenides (Edith Wharton Poems)
Think you we slept within the Delphic bower,What time our victim sought Apollo's grace?Nay, drawn into ourselves, in that deep ...
The Sonnet (Edith Wharton Poems)
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought Within thy curving hollow, ...
Happiness (Edith Wharton Poems)
THIS perfect love can find no words to say.What words are left, still sacred for our use,That have not suffered ...
A Failure (Edith Wharton Poems)
(She Speaks.)I MEANT to be so strong and true!The world may smile and question, When?But what I might have been ...
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 ...
Euryalus (Edith Wharton Poems)
UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel,Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below;By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snowLay lightly heaped upon ...
Mona Lisa (Edith Wharton Poems)
Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steepNo mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed:Dreams and illusions beacon from its keep.But at ...
La Vierge Au Donateur (Edith Wharton Poems)
Here by the ample river's argent sweep,Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls,A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleepThe city ...
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 ...
Uses (Edith Wharton Poems)
AH, from the niggard tree of TimeHow quickly fall the hours!It needs no touch of wind or rimeTo loose such ...
Jade (Edith Wharton Poems)
THE patient craftsman of the East who madeHis undulant dragons of the veined jade,And wound their sinuous volutes round the ...
Belgium (Edith Wharton Poems)
La Belgique ne regrette rienNot with her ruined silver spires,Not with her cities shamed and rent,Perish the imperishable firesThat shape ...
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 ...
An Autumn Sunset (Edith Wharton Poems)
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
Chartres (Edith Wharton Poems)
I Immense, august, like some Titanic bloom, The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core, Petalled with panes of azure, gules ...