Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 18, 2008


by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928).




Say not of beauty she is good,

Or aught but beautiful,

Or sleek to doves’ wings of the wood

Her wild wings of a gull.


Call her not wicked; that word’s touch            5

Consumes her like a curse;

But love her not too much, too much,

For that is even worse.


O, she is neither good nor bad,

But innocent and wild!                                      10

Enshrine her and she dies, who had

The hard heart of a child.



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