poet Elinor Morton Wylie

Elinor Morton Wylie

Beauty

Say not of beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.

Call her not wicked; that word's touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even worse.

O, she is neither good nor bad,
But innocent and wild!
Enshrine her and she dies, who had
The hard heart of a child.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • M Asim NehalM Asim Nehal (6/27/2016 5:58:00 PM)

    EXCELLENT, to call beauty is something very special, ...10

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  • John Richter (1/16/2015 6:39:00 AM)

    Quite captures the essence of woman, I think. Or the wrath thereof.

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (1/16/2015 12:37:00 AM)

    Lovely with matching contrast what always saturated within beauty. Good stroke to define good.

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/16/2014 3:25:00 AM)

    Simply more than beautiful.....................

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  • Emily Pearl (7/30/2006 1:59:00 PM)

    Well, with a name like Wylie/Wyllie, how could you go wrong, the strong the brave, the scottish wave-from me to you, ya stylish gurl, fined in pen, adored the swirl
    Love- Duncan The Part Scot XXXXXXX

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