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Poem by Elinor Wylie


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


Elinor Wylie's other poems:
  1. MadmanТs Song
  2. Primavera in the North
  3. Curious Circumstance
  4. The Lost Path
  5. Venetian Interior


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Samuel Coleridge Epitaph ("Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God")
  • Percy Shelley Epitaph ("These are two friends whose lives were undivided") 1822
  • Walter Scott Epitaph ("AMID these aisles, where once his precepts showed")
  • Thomas Hardy Epitaph ("I never cared for Life: Life cared for me")
  • Abraham Cowley Epitaph ("Underneath this marble stone")
  • Katherine Philips Epitaph ("What on Earth deserves our trust?")
  • Edna Millay Epitaph ("Heap not on this mound")

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