Elinor Morton Wylie

(7 September 1885 – 16 December 1928 / Somerville, New Jersey)

Previous Month January 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
30 31 1 2 3 4 5
6 7 8 9 10 11 12
13 14 15 16 17 18 19
20 21 22 23 24 25 26
27 28 29 30 31 1 2
Modern Poem of The Day
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

Beauty


Say not of beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.

Call her not wicked; that word's touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even worse.

O, she is neither good nor bad,
But innocent and wild!
Enshrine her and she dies, who had
The hard heart of a child.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Do you like this poem?
2 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: beautiful, child, beauty, heart, love, children

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Beauty by Elinor Morton Wylie )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie Emily Pearl (7/30/2006 1:59:00 PM)

    Well, with a name like Wylie/Wyllie, how could you go wrong, the strong the brave, the scottish wave-from me to you, ya stylish gurl, fined in pen, adored the swirl
    Love- Duncan The Part Scot XXXXXXX (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. रंजानाय फैगौ, Ronjoy Brahma
  2. Alone, Edgar Allan Poe
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  8. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  9. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  10. As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes

Poem of the Day

poet Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

poet Marvin Brato Sr

New Poems

  1. We Were Born Naked, Michael Webb
  2. No race, hasmukh amathalal
  3. The worst expectation, Nnaji Hyacinth sopuluchukwu
  4. Samantha's Flight, Kewayne Wadley
  5. GlassHouse, Kewayne Wadley
  6. Lost Angel Mambo, Kewayne Wadley
  7. Always in hurry, hasmukh amathalal
  8. @ DOT COM, saint cynosure ( Ken Bennigh ..
  9. Roswell, Michael Webb
  10. Period recalled, hasmukh amathalal
[Hata Bildir]