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Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)


The Crooked Stick


First Traveller: What’s that lying in the dust? 
Second Traveller: A crooked stick. 
First Traveller: What’s it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic? 
Second Traveller: Isn’t this a riddle? 
First Traveller: No, a trick. 
Second Traveller:It’s worthless, leave it where it lies. 
First Traveller: Wait; count ten; 
Rub a little dust upon your eyes; 
Now, look again. 
Second Traveller: Well, and what the devil is it, then? 
First Traveller: It’s the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know. 
Second Traveller: Someone’s loss! 
First Traveller: Bend it, and you make of it a bow. 
Break it, a cross. 
Second Traveller: But it’s all grown over with moss!



Elinor Wylie's other poems:
  1. The Little Beauty That I Was Allowed
  2. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
  3. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
  4. What Other Name Had Half Expressed the Whole
  5. The Pekingese


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Samuel Lover (Сэмюэл Лавер) The Crooked Stick ("Julia was lovely and winning")

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