Elinor Morton Wylie

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

Elinor Morton Wylie Poems

1. The Poor Old Cannon 1/3/2003
2. Spring Pastoral 1/3/2003
3. Parting Gift 4/15/2016
4. The Crooked Stick 1/3/2003
5. The Church-Bell 1/3/2003
6. Silver Filigree 1/3/2003
7. Primavera In The North 1/3/2003
8. The Falcon 1/3/2003
9. The Pekingese 1/3/2003
10. The Tortoise In Eternity 1/3/2003
11. Prophecy 1/3/2003
12. The Child On The Curbstone 1/3/2003
13. The Puritan's Ballad 1/3/2003
14. The Prinkin' Leddie 1/3/2003
15. The Fairy Goldsmith 1/3/2003
16. Sanctuary 1/3/2003
17. Quarrel 1/3/2003
18. The Eagle And The Mole 1/3/2003
19. Blood Feud 1/3/2003
20. The Lost Path 1/3/2003
21. Venetian Interior 1/3/2003
22. Les Lauriers Sont Coupée 1/3/2003
23. Sunset On The Spire 1/3/2003
24. Nadir 1/3/2003
25. Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water - On Turning Latin Into English 1/3/2003
26. Curious Circumstance 1/3/2003
27. Village Mystery 1/3/2003
28. A Proud Lady 1/3/2003
29. A Crowded Trolley-Car 1/3/2003
30. August 1/3/2003
31. Nancy 1/3/2003
32. Cold-Blooded Creatures 1/3/2003
33. The Lion And The Lamb 1/3/2003
34. Bells In The Rain 1/3/2003
35. Atavism 1/3/2003
36. Poor Earth 1/3/2003
37. Love Song 1/3/2003
38. Little Joke 1/3/2003
39. Phases Of The Moon 1/3/2003
40. Death And The Maiden 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Elinor Morton Wylie

Sea Lullaby

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood.

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk

The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
to death, for a joke.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

Now in silence ...

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The Crooked Stick

First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust?
Second Traveller: A crooked stick.
First Traveller: What's it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic?
Second Traveller: Isn't this a riddle?
First Traveller: No, a trick.
Second Traveller:It's worthless, leave it where it lies.
First Traveller: Wait; count ten;
Rub a little dust upon your eyes;
Now, look again.

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