Elinor Morton Wylie

(7 September 1885 – 16 December 1928 / Somerville, New Jersey)

Now Let No Charitable Hope - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.

I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
What little nourishment I get.

In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.


Comments about Now Let No Charitable Hope by Elinor Morton Wylie

  • Uzefa Rashida M.a (3/25/2016 10:10:00 AM)


    so hope is not expected as charity and the poet is strong to live in whatever situation come to her. thats what is hope that makes one strong and confident. Great write. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/13/2015 12:46:00 AM)


    A poem with beautiful images of hope. Likes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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