English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Epitaph. Элинор Уайли.

Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Epitaph

For this she starred her eyes with salt
And scooped her temples thin,
Until her face shone pure of fault
From the forehead to the chin.

In coldest crucibles of pain
Her shrinking flesh was fired
And smoothed into a finer grain
To make it more desired.

Pain left her lips more clear than glass;
It colored and cooled her hand.
She lay a field of scented grass
Yielded as pasture land.

For this her loveliness was curved
And carved as silver is:
For this she was brave: but she deserved
A better grave than this.

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):

Samuel Coleridge (Сэмюэл Кольридж) Epitaph (“Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God”)

Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Epitaph (“These are two friends whose lives were undivided”) 1822

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Epitaph (“I never cared for Life: Life cared for me”)

Abraham Cowley (Абрахам Каули) Epitaph (“Underneath this marble stone”)

Katherine Philips (Кэтрин Филипс) Epitaph (“What on Earth deserves our trust?”)

Edna Millay (Эдна Миллей) Epitaph (“Heap not on this mound”)

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