| Title : | Pretty Words | |||||
| Poet : | Elinor Wylie | |||||
| Date : | 10 Aug 2001 | |||||
| 1stLine: | Poets make pets of p... | |||||
| Length : | 14 | Text-only version | ||||
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Guest poem submitted by Amulya Gopalakrishnan, <amulya_g@>:
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken swish, And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds: Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds, Come to my hand, and playful if I wish, Or purring softly at a silver dish, Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds. I love bright words, words up and singing early; Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing; Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees; I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly, Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting. -- Elinor Wylie |
"Of that which we cannot speak, we must remain silent", said who, Wittgenstein? I'm saying it too. There's nothing to pontificate about this poem, really. But it's real pretty, isn't it? Elinor Wylie is a rather uncool poet at the moment, but there's a great bio with links to her poetry and further information, available at http://www.magiclink.com/web/lostheroines/webdoc4.htm Amulya.