Elinor Morton Wylie

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

Cold-Blooded Creatures - Poem by Elinor Morton Wylie

Man, the egregious egoist
(In mystery the twig is bent)
Imagines, by some mental twist,
That he alone is sentient

Of the intolerable load
That on all living creatures lies,
Nor stoops to pity in the toad
The speechless sorrow of his eyes.

He asks no questions of the snake,
Nor plumbs the phosphorescent gloom
Where lidless fishes, broad awake,
Swim staring at a nightmare doom.

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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