Elinor Morton Wylie

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

October - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

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Beauty has a tarnished dress,
And a patchwork cloak of cloth
Dipped deep in mournfulness,
Striped like a moth.

Wet grass where it trails
Dyes it green along the hem;
She has seven silver veils
With cracked bells on them.

She is tired of all these--
Grey gauze, translucent lawn;
The broad cloak of Herakles.
Is tangled flame and fawn.

Water and light are wearing thin:
She has drawn above her head
The warm enormous lion skin
Rough red and gold.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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