Elinor Wylie

Full Moon By Elinor Wylie

My bands of silk and miniver Momently grew heavier. The black gauze was beggarly thin. The ermine muffled mouth and chin. I could not suck the moonlight in. Harlequin in lozenges. Of love and hate, I walked in these. Striped and ragged rigmaroles. Along the pavement my footsoles. Trod warily on living coals. Shouldering the […]

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