Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 10, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Cold Blooded Creatures

by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928).

Cold Blooded Creatures

Man, the egregious egoist,
(In mystery the twig is bent,)
Imagines, by some mental twist,
That he alone is sentient

Of the intolerable load                                  5
Which on all living creatures lies,
Nor stoops to pity in the toad
The speechless sorrow of its eyes.

He asks no questions of the snake,
Nor plumbs the phosphorescent gloom        10
Where lidless fishes, broad awake,
Swim staring at a night-mare doom.

Notes:
http://www.nhptv.org/kn/itv/mcd/wylie.htm
http://www.magiclink.com/web/lostheroines/webdoc4.htm


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