King’s Ransom (Elinor Wylie Poems)
About the Emperor's thumb revolving,Mouthed by Manchu's enamelled dragon;Upon the damasked barge, dissolvingWithin the deep Egyptian flagon;Downcast before the swine ...
Elinor Wylie Poems (59 Poems)
Sonnet X (Elinor Wylie Poems)
SONNET XFrom One PersonWhen I perceive the sable of your hairSilvered, and deep within those caverns areYour eyesockets, a double-imaged ...
XVII (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Upon your heart, which is the heart of allMy late discovered earth and early sky,Give me the dearest privilege to ...
Parting Gift (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;I cannot give you heaven;Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;Nor happiness, ...
Preference (Elinor Wylie Poems)
These to me are beautiful people;Thick hair sliding in a rippleA tall throat, round as a column;A mournful mouth, small ...
The Little Clock (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Half-past-four and the first bird waking,Falling on my heart like a thin green leaf.If you are alive, your heart is ...
Cold-Blooded (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Man, the egregious egoist(In mystery the twig is bent)Imagines, by some mental twist,That he alone is sentientOf the intolerable loadThat ...
A Proud Lady (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Hate in the world's hand Can carve and set its seal Like the strong blast of sand Which cuts into ...
Nadir (Elinor Wylie Poems)
If we must cheat ourselves with any dream, Then let it be a dream of nobleness: Since it is necessary ...
The Child on the Curbstone (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak ...
Village Mystery (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The woman in the pointed hood And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon's wing, Whose orchard climbs to the balsam-wood, Has ...
Atavism (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I was always afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch ...
Nancy (Elinor Wylie Poems)
You are a rose, but set with sharpest spine; You are a pretty bird that pecks at me; You are ...
The Church-Bell (Elinor Wylie Poems)
As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; Before one solemn word was said A bird ...
Wild Peaches (Elinor Wylie Poems)
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from ...
August (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Why should this Negro insolently stride Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? Piled in his barrow, tawnier than ...
Now let no charitable hope (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Now let no charitable hope Confuse my mind with images Of eagle and of antelope: I am by nature none ...
The Crooked Stick (Elinor Wylie Poems)
First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust? Second Traveller: A crooked stick. First Traveller: What's it worth, if you ...
Winter Sleep (Elinor Wylie Poems)
When against earth a wooden heel Clicks as loud as stone on steel, When stone turns flour instead of flakes, ...
Beauty (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Say not of beauty she is good, Or aught but beautiful, Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood Her ...
October (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Beauty has a tarnished dress, And a patchwork cloak of cloth Dipped deep in mournfulness, Striped like a moth. Wet ...
The Eagle and the Mole (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled ...
Bells in the Rain (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain, Upon the steep cliffs of the town. Sleep falls; men are at peace ...
Ophelia (Elinor Wylie Poems)
My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter ...
The Fairy Goldsmith (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Here's a wonderful thing, A humming-bird's wing In hammered gold, And store well chosen Of snowflakes frozen In crystal cold. ...
Blood Feud (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Once, when my husband was a child, there came To his father's table, one who called him kin, In sunbleached ...
Phases of the Moon (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Once upon a time I heard That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird; Thus she sails through windy skies, ...
The Falcon (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Why should my sleepy heart be taught To whistle mocking-bird replies? This is another bird you've caught, Soft-feathered, with a ...
Cold-Blooded Creatures (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient ...
Poor Earth (Elinor Wylie Poems)
It is not heaven: bitter seed Leavens its entrails with despair It is a star where dragons breed: Devils have ...