Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

October


Beauty has a tarnished dress, 
And a patchwork cloak of cloth 
Dipped deep in mournfulness, 
Striped like a moth.

Wet grass where it trails 
Dyes it green along the hem; 
She has seven silver veils 
With cracked bells on them.

She is tired of all these-- 
Grey gauze, translucent lawn; 
The broad cloak of Herakles. 
Is tangled flame and fawn.

Water and light are wearing thin: 
She has drawn above her head 
The warm enormous lion skin 
Rough red and gold.

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) October (“The green elm with the one great bough of gold”)
  • Dinah Craik (Дина Крейк) October (“IT is no joy to me to sit”)
  • William Bryant (Уильям Брайант) October (“Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!”)
  • Rose Cooke (Роуз Кук) October (“There comes a time of rest to thee”)
  • Paul Dunbar (Пол Данбар) October (“OCTOBER is the treasurer of the year”)
  • Paul Hayne (Пол Хейн) October (“THE passionate Summer’s dead! the sky’s a-glow”)
  • John Payne (Джон Пейн) October (“OCTOBER, May of the descending days”)
  • Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок) October (“Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face”)
  • Ellis Butler (Эллис Батлер) October (“The forest holds high carnival to-day”)
  • Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) October (“Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year”)
  • Robert Frost (Роберт Фрост) October (“O hushed October morning mild”)
  • Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) October (“THE summer-rose is dead”)
  • Edgar Guest (Эдгар Гест) October (“Days are gettin’ shorter an’ the air a keener snap”)

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