Sunday, July 11, 2010

Let No Charitable Hope / Elinor Wylie

Let No Charitable Hope

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

I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The 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 (1885-1928)
from Black Armour, 1923

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]

Elinor Wylie biography

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