Poems
11.03.2010 / 22.53 pm
 
by Elinor Morton Wylie
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The rain's cold grains are silver-gray
Sharp as golden sands,
A bell is clanging, people sway
Hanging by their hands.

Supple hands, or gnarled and stiff,
Snatch and catch and grope;
That face is yellow-pale, as if
The fellow swung from rope.

Dull like pebbles, sharp like knives,
Glances strike and glare,
Fingers tangle, Bluebeard's wives
Dangle by the hair.

Orchard of the strangest fruits
Hanging from the skies;
Brothers, yet insensate brutes
Who fear each other's eyes.

One man stands as free men stand,
As if his soul might be
Brave, unbroken; see his hand
Nailed to an oaken tree.


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Cold-blooded Creatures

Man, the egregious egoist
(In mystery the twig is bent)
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Nancy

You are a rose, but set with sharpest spine;
You are a pretty bird that pecks at me;
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Bells In The Rain

Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
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I Do Not Speak

I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
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By Night When Others Soundly Slept

By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
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The Strange Lady

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by,
As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool dear sky;
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The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,
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The Great Twin Brethren

The battle will not cease
Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,
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