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Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Escape

When foxes eat the last gold grape, 
And the last white antelope is killed, 
I shall stop fighting and escape 
Into a little house I’ll build.

But first I’ll shrink to fairy size, 
With a whisper no one understands, 
Making blind moons of all your eyes, 
And muddy roads of all your hands.

And you may grope for me in vain 
In hollows under the mangrove root, 
Or where, in apple-scented rain, 
The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit.

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):

Emily Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Escape (“I NEVER hear the word escape”)

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