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Escape
by Elinor Wylie
When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,
I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll build.
But first I'll shrink to fairy size,
With a whisper no one understands,
Making blind moons of all your eyes,
And muddy roads of all your hands.
And you may grope for me in vain
In hollows under the mangrove root,
Or where, in apple-scented rain,
The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit.
October
by Elinor Wylie
Beauty has a tarnished dress,
And a patchwork cloak of cloth
Dipped deep in mournfulness,
Striped like a moth.
Wet grass where it trails
Dyes it green along the hem;
She has seven silver veils
With cracked bells on them.
She is tired of all these--
Grey gauze, translucent lawn;
The broad cloak of Herakles.
Is tangled flame and fawn.
Water and light are wearing thin:
She has drawn above her head
The warm enormous lion skin
Rough red and gold.
On September 7, 1885 in Somerville, New Jersey, Henry Martyn Hoyt and Anne Morton McMichael welcomed their daughter Elinor Morton Hoyt into the world. Henry was a politician and the family spent most of their time in Washington D.C. Wylie was one of five children the couple had. Wylie went to school at Miss Baldwin's School, then Mrs. Flint's School and finished her education at Holton-Arms School.
Wylie married her first husband, Philip Simmons Hichborn on December 13, 1906, at the age of twenty. The couple had a son, Philip Simmons Hichborn, Jr., born September 22, 1907. The marriage was an unhappy one. Wylie started seeing Horace Wylie, a married man seventeen years her senior. Wylie left her husband and son and moved to England. The couple married after her husband committed suicide and Horace's divorce. The strain for the affair caused their marriage to be rocking and it ended in a divorce. In 1923 she married her third husband William Rose Benét. Wylie tried to have more children but had several miscarriages and one stillborn child.
In 1920 she published her first four poems, including "Velvet Shoes", in May 1920. Wylie's first book of poetry, "Nets to Catch the Wind," was published in 1921. Followed "Black Armor," published in 1923. She wrote a 1926 novel, "The Orphan Angel." Followed by "Angels and Earthly Creatures," published in 1928. She only wrote her poetry for about eight years.
Wylie suffered most of her life from migraines caused by high blood pressure. Elinor Wylie suffered a stroke on December 16, 1928 in her New York City apartment. She was forty-three years old.
Winter Sleep
by Elinor Wylie
When against earth a wooden heel
Clicks as loud as stone on steel,
When stone turns flour instead of flakes,
And frost bakes clay as fire bakes,
When the hard-bitten fields at last
Crack like iron flawed in the cast,
When the world is wicked and cross and old,
I long to be quit of the cruel cold.
Little birds like bubbles of glass
Fly to other Americas,
Birds as bright as sparkles of wine
Fly in the nite to the Argentine,
Birds of azure and flame-birds go
To the tropical Gulf of Mexico:
They chase the sun, they follow the heat,
It is sweet in their bones, O sweet, sweet, sweet!
It's not with them that I'd love to be,
But under the roots of the balsam tree.
Just as the spiniest chestnut-burr
Is lined within with the finest fur,
So the stoney-walled, snow-roofed house
Of every squirrel and mole and mouse
Is lined with thistledown, sea-gull's feather,
Velvet mullein-leaf, heaped together
With balsam and juniper, dry and curled,
Sweeter than anything else in the world.
O what a warm and darksome nest
Where the wildest things are hidden to rest!
It's there that I'd love to lie and sleep,
Soft, soft, soft, and deep, deep, deep!
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