Elinor Morton Wylie

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

Village Mystery - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

The woman in the pointed hood
And cloak blue-gray like a pigeon's wing,
Whose orchard climbs to the balsam-wood,
Has done a cruel thing.

To her back door-step came a ghost,
A girl who had been ten years dead,
She stood by the granite hitching-post
And begged for a piece of bread.

Now why should I, who walk alone,
Who am ironical and proud,
Turn, when a woman casts a stone
At a beggar in a shroud?

I saw the dead girl cringe and whine,
And cower in the weeping air--
But, oh, she was no kin of mine,
And so I did not care!


Comments about Village Mystery by Elinor Morton Wylie

  • Susan Williams (2/17/2016 4:24:00 PM)


    I have a feeling that she did not care- then again how can a ghost eat? (Report) Reply

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  • (2/17/2016 4:52:00 AM)


    A great poem, entertaining and beautifully penned in a lighter vein. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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