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.

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  • Gold Star - 38,730 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (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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