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Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)


Epitaph


For this she starred her eyes with salt
And scooped her temples thin,
Until her face shone pure of fault
From the forehead to the chin.

In coldest crucibles of pain
Her shrinking flesh was fired
And smoothed into a finer grain
To make it more desired.

Pain left her lips more clear than glass;
It colored and cooled her hand.
She lay a field of scented grass
Yielded as pasture land.

For this her loveliness was curved
And carved as silver is:
For this she was brave: but she deserved
A better grave than this.



Elinor Wylie's other poems:
  1. Address to My Soul
  2. Escape
  3. The Lost Path
  4. Nadir
  5. Valentine


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

  • George Byron (Джордж Байрон) Epitaph ("Posterity will ne’er survey") January 2, 1820
  • Samuel Coleridge (Сэмюэл Кольридж) Epitaph ("Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God")
  • Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Epitaph ("These are two friends whose lives were undivided") 1822
  • Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) Epitaph ("HERE, in the fruitful vales of Somerset")
  • Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт) Epitaph ("AMID these aisles, where once his precepts showed")
  • Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Epitaph ("I never cared for Life: Life cared for me")
  • Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Epitaph ("Underneath this marble stone")
  • Katherine Philips (Кэтрин Филипс) Epitaph ("What on Earth deserves our trust?")
  • Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) Epitaph ("Heap not on this mound")

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