Ophelia (Elinor Wylie Poems)
My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter ...
Elinor Wylie Poems (59 Poems)
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 ...
The Lion and the Lamb (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I saw a Tiger's golden flank, I saw what food he ate, By a desert spring he drank; The Tiger's ...
Curious Circumstance (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The sailorman's child And the girl of the witch-- They can't be defiled By touching pitch. The sailorman's son Had ...
Pretty Words (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken ...
The Lost Path (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The garden's full of scented wallflowers, And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs; Only a distant bell in hollow ...
Death and the Maiden (Elinor Wylie Poems)
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX Fair youth with the rose at your lips, A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard ...
Primavera in the North (Elinor Wylie Poems)
She has danced for leagues and leagues, Over thorns and thistles, Prancing to a tune of Griegg's Performed on willow ...
The Pekingese (Elinor Wylie Poems)
For a picture This Pekingese, that makes the sand-grains spin, Is digging little tunnels to Pekin: Dream him emerging in ...
Escape (Elinor Wylie Poems)
When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed, I shall stop fighting and escape ...
Prophecy (Elinor Wylie Poems)
I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and ...
The Poor Old Cannon (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Upbroke the sun In red-gold foam; Thus spoke the gun At the Soldier's Home: "Whenever I hear Blue thunder speak ...
Fire and Sleet and Candlelight (Elinor Wylie Poems)
For this you've striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you've wasted Wings ...
Quarrel (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Let us quarrel for these reasons: You detest the salt which seasons My speech . . . and all my ...
The Prinkin’ Leddie (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
Incantation (Elinor Wylie Poems)
A white well In a black cave; A bright shell In a dark wave. A white rose Black brambles hood; ...
Sanctuary (Elinor Wylie Poems)
This is the bricklayer; hear the thud Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. His lustrous bricks are brighter ...
The Puritan’s Ballad (Elinor Wylie Poems)
My love came up from Barnegat, The sea was in his eyes; He trod as softly as a cat And ...
Les Lauriers Sont Coupée (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood The laurels are cut down; some other brows May bear the classic ...
Sea Lullaby (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A ...
The Tortoise in Eternity (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Within my house of patterned horn I sleep in such a bed As men may keep before they're born And ...
Little Joke (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Stripping an almond tree in flower The wise apothecary's skill A single drop of lethal power From perfect sweetness can ...
Silver Filigree (Elinor Wylie Poems)
The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon. She's a pale, ...
Valentine (Elinor Wylie Poems)
Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. ...