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Poem by Elinor Wylie
October
Beauty has a tarnished dress,
And a patchwork cloak of cloth
Dipped deep in mournfulness,
Striped like a moth.
Wet grass where it trails
Dyes it green along the hem;
She has seven silver veils
With cracked bells on them.
She is tired of all these--
Grey gauze, translucent lawn;
The broad cloak of Herakles.
Is tangled flame and fawn.
Water and light are wearing thin:
She has drawn above her head
The warm enormous lion skin
Rough red and gold.
Elinor Wylie
Poem Theme: Autumn
Elinor Wylie's other poems:- The Falcon
- Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
- Address to My Soul
- Escape
- Madman’s Song
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Edward Thomas October ("The green elm with the one great bough of gold") Dinah Craik October ("IT is no joy to me to sit") William Bryant October ("Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!") Alice Cary October ("Not the light of the long blue Summer") Rose Cooke October ("There comes a time of rest to thee") Paul Dunbar October ("OCTOBER is the treasurer of the year") Paul Hayne October ("THE passionate Summer's dead! the sky's a-glow") John Payne October ("OCTOBER, May of the descending days") Hilaire Belloc October ("Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face") Ellis Butler October ("The forest holds high carnival to-day") Ella Wilcox October ("Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year") Robert Frost October ("O hushed October morning mild") Ina Coolbrith October ("THE summer-rose is dead") Edgar Guest October ("Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap")
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