English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Beauty. Элинор Уайли.

Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Beauty

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 
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! 
Enshrine her and she dies, who had 
The hard heart of a child.

Elinor Wylie’s other poems:

1. Poor Earth
2. Quarrel
3. The Fairy Goldsmith
4. The Prinkin’ Leddie
5. Prophecy

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас) Beauty (“WHAT does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease”)

Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Beauty (“LIBERAL Nature did dispence”)

John Harington (Джон Харингтон) Beauty (“Such colour had her face as when the sun”)

Jones Very (Джонс Вери) Beauty (“I gazed upon thy face—-and beating life”)

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