English Poetry. Elinor Wylie. Now Let No Charitable Hope. Элинор Уайли.

Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

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Now let no charitable hope 
Confuse my mind with images 
Of eagle and of antelope: 
I am by nature none of these. 

I was, being human, born alone; 
I am, being woman, hard beset; 
I live by squeezing from a stone 
What little nourishment I get. 

In masks outrageous and austere 
The years go by in single file; 
But none has merited my fear, 
And none has quite escaped my smile.

Elinor Wylie’s other poems:

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

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