Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Full Moon

By Elinor Wylie

My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;
The ermine muffled mouth and chin;
I could not suck the moonlight in.

Harlequin in lozenges
Of love and hate, I walked in these
Striped and ragged rigmaroles;
Along the pavement my footsoles
Trod warily on living coals.

Shouldering the thoughts I loathed,
In their corrupt disguises clothed,
Morality I could not tear
From my ribs, to leave them bare
Ivory in silver air.

There I walked, and there I raged;
The spiritual savage caged
Within my skeleton, raged afresh
To feel, behind a carnal mesh,
The clean bones crying in the flesh.
 
(A lovely little poem I found at poetryoutloud.org. I had never heard of her before but she is such a wonderful writer! xxx)


5 comments:

  1. Oh, I had never heard of this poet! Wow. I really like this poem! I'm going to have to check out more of her poetry!

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  2. beautiful. I wish I could write like that

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