Edith Wharton

(24 January 1862 – 11 August 1937 / New York City / United States)

Edith Wharton Poems

1. Two Backgrounds 3/20/2012
2. Orpheus 4/20/2010
3. You And You 4/20/2010
4. The Torch-Bearer 3/20/2012
5. With The Tide 4/20/2010
6. The One Grief 4/20/2010
7. The Old Pole Star 4/20/2010
8. The Sonnet 4/20/2010
9. Wants 4/20/2010
10. The Last Giustianini 4/20/2010
11. Some Busy Hands… 4/20/2010
12. The Tomb Of Ilaria Giunigi 4/20/2010
13. The Parting Day 4/20/2010
14. Uses 4/20/2010
15. The Comrade 4/20/2010
16. The Eumenides 4/20/2010
17. Summer Afternoon (Bodiam Castle, Sussex) 4/20/2010
18. Survival 4/20/2010
19. Non Dolet! 4/20/2010
20. Ogrin The Hermit 4/20/2010
21. Vesalius In Zante 4/20/2010
22. Patience 4/20/2010
23. Phaedra 4/20/2010
24. The Bread Of Angels 4/20/2010
25. The Mortal Lease 4/20/2010
26. Mould And Vase [greek Pottery Of Arezzo.] 4/20/2010
27. Moonrise Over Tyringham 4/20/2010
28. All Saints 4/20/2010
29. Margaret Of Cortona 4/20/2010
30. Aeropagus 4/20/2010
31. Jade 4/20/2010
32. A Hunting Song 4/20/2010
33. Euryalus 4/20/2010
34. Experience 4/20/2010
35. Artemis To Actaeon 4/20/2010
36. All Souls 4/20/2010
37. La Vierge Au Donateur 4/20/2010
38. A Torchbearer 4/20/2010
39. Battle Sleep 4/20/2010
40. Grief 4/20/2010
Best Poem of Edith Wharton

A Failure

(She Speaks.)


I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, -
This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.


For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal ...

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Some Busy Hands…

I.

SOME busy hands have brought to light,
And laid beneath my eye,
The dress I wore that afternoon
You came to say good-by.

About it still there seems to cling
Some fragrance unexpressed,

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