Elinor Morton Wylie

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

Elinor Morton Wylie Poems

1. A Crowded Trolley-Car 1/3/2003
2. A Proud Lady 1/3/2003
3. Atavism 1/3/2003
4. August 1/3/2003
5. Beauty 1/3/2003
6. Bells In The Rain 1/3/2003
7. Blood Feud 1/3/2003
8. Bronze Trumpets And Sea Water - On Turning Latin Into English 1/3/2003
9. Cold-Blooded Creatures 1/3/2003
10. Curious Circumstance 1/3/2003
11. Death And The Maiden 1/3/2003
12. Escape 1/3/2003
13. 'Fire And Sleet And Candlelight' 1/3/2003
14. Incantation 1/3/2003
15. Les Lauriers Sont Coupée 1/3/2003
16. Little Joke 1/3/2003
17. Love Song 1/3/2003
18. Madman's Song 1/3/2003
19. Nadir 1/3/2003
20. Nancy 1/3/2003
21. Now Let No Charitable Hope 1/3/2003
22. October 1/3/2003
23. Ophelia 1/3/2003
24. Parting Gift 4/15/2016
25. Phases Of The Moon 1/3/2003
26. Poor Earth 1/3/2003
27. Pretty Words 1/3/2003
28. Primavera In The North 1/3/2003
29. Prophecy 1/3/2003
30. Quarrel 1/3/2003
31. Sanctuary 1/3/2003
32. Sea Lullaby 1/3/2003
33. Silver Filigree 1/3/2003
34. Spring Pastoral 1/3/2003
35. Sunset On The Spire 1/3/2003
36. The Child On The Curbstone 1/3/2003
37. The Church-Bell 1/3/2003
38. The Crooked Stick 1/3/2003
39. The Eagle And The Mole 1/3/2003
40. The Fairy Goldsmith 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 Falcon

Why should my sleepy heart be taught
To whistle mocking-bird replies?
This is another bird you've caught,
Soft-feathered, with a falcon's eyes.

The bird Imagination,
That flies so far, that dies so soon;
Her wings are coloured like the sun,
Her breast is coloured like the moon.

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