Beauty Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Beauty

Rating: 4.0


Say not of beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.

Call her not wicked; that word's touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even worse.

O, she is neither good nor bad,
But innocent and wild!
Enshrine her and she dies, who had
The hard heart of a child.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 27 June 2016

EXCELLENT, to call beauty is something very special, ...10

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John Richter 16 January 2015

Quite captures the essence of woman, I think. Or the wrath thereof.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 16 January 2015

Lovely with matching contrast what always saturated within beauty. Good stroke to define good.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 16 January 2014

Simply more than beautiful.....................

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Emily Pearl 30 July 2006

Well, with a name like Wylie/Wyllie, how could you go wrong, the strong the brave, the scottish wave-from me to you, ya stylish gurl, fined in pen, adored the swirl Love- Duncan The Part Scot XXXXXXX

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Elinor Morton Wylie

Elinor Morton Wylie

Somerville, New Jersey
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