Poem by Elinor Wylie

Parting Gift

I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;
I cannot give you heaven;
Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;
Nor happiness, even.
But I can give you a very small purse
Made out of field-mouse skin,
With a painted picture of the universe
And seven blue tears therein.

I cannot give you the Island of Capri;
I cannot give you beauty;
Nor bake you marvellous crusty cherry pies
With love and duty.
But I can give you a  very little locket
Made out of wildcat hide:
Put it in your left-hand pocket
And never look inside.

1. The Pekingese
2. The Tortoise in Eternity
3. Blood Feud
4. Incantation
5. Would I Might Make Subliminal My Flesh

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