Elinor Morton Wylie

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

The Tortoise In Eternity - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in such a bed
As men may keep before they're born
And after when they're dead.

Sticks and stones may break their bones,
And words may make them bleed;
There is not one of them who owns
An armour to his need.

Tougher than hide or lozenged bark,
Snow-storm and thunder proof,
And quick with sun, and thick with dark,
Is this my darling roof.

Men's troubled dreams of death and birth
Puls mother-o'-pearl to black;
I bear the rainbow bubble Earth
Square on my scornful back.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/17/2016 1:45:00 AM)


    Wonderful poem, I see a philosophical undertone in this poem with the perfect metaphor. Hats Off nicely written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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