Elinor Morton Wylie Death Poems

  • 1.
    BARCAROLE ON THE STYX


    Fair youth with the rose at your lips,
    ...
  • 2.
    The garden's full of scented wallflowers,
    And, save that these stir faintly, nothing stirs;
    Only a distant bell in hollow chime
    Cried out just now for far-forgoten time,
    ...
  • 3.
    The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced,
    Stared down on that golden river.
    I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak
    Of a boy who could not shiver.
    ...
  • 4.
    The old moon is tarnished
    With smoke of the flood,
    The dead leaves are varnished
    With colour like blood.
    ...
  • 5.
    Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood
    The laurels are cut down; some other brows
    May bear the classic wreath which Fame allows
    And find the burden honorable and good.
    ...
  • 6.
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    When the world turns completely upside down
    You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore
    ...
  • 7.
    Too high, too high to pluck
    My heart shall swing.
    A fruit no bee shall suck,
    No wasp shall sting.
    ...
  • 8.
    I was always afraid of Somes's Pond:
    Not the little pond, by which the willow stands,
    Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands
    In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond.
    ...
  • 9.
    Within my house of patterned horn
    I sleep in such a bed
    As men may keep before they're born
    And after when they're dead.
    ...
Total 9 Death Poems by Elinor Morton Wylie

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