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Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)


Prophecy


I shall die hidden in a hut
In the middle of an alder wood,
With the back door blind and bolted shut,
And the front door locked for good.

I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat.

The midnight will be glassy black
Behind the panes, with wind about
To set his mouth against a crack
And blow the candle out.



Elinor Wylie's other poems:
  1. Escape
  2. Quarrel
  3. The Falcon
  4. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
  5. Ophelia


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