Potential Titles: Elinor Wylie

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Catch alewives in their hands - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

When the frost makes all the birches burn - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

Who in old times endured this dread - Elinor Wylie "Atavism"

Borne along the street by captive leopards - Elinor Wylie "August"

With long stems dripping crystal - Elinor Wylie "August"

Consumes her like a curse - Elinor Wylie "Beauty"

Have had deep peace to drink - Elinor Wylie "Bells in the Rain"

Alembics turn to stranger things - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Singing water in a sieve - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Curled wave and shattering thunder-fit - Elinor Wylie "Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water--on Turning Latin into English"

Rub a little dust upon your eyes - Elinor Wylie "The Crooked Stick"

With a whisper no one understands - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

When foxes eat the last gold grape - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

Making blind moons of all your eyes - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

In hollows under the mangrove root - Elinor Wylie "Escape"

Little gilt bees in amber drops - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Of mother-of-pearl and moonshine made - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

A filigree frost of frail notes lost - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

A turquoise chain of sun-shower rain - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Bubbles blown from the opal stone - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

Crumble away into quicksilver dust - Elinor Wylie "The Fairy Goldsmith"

To whistle mocking-bird replies - Elinor Wylie "The Falcon"

Weave her a chain of silver twist - Elinor Wylie "The Falcon"

Wings of your youth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Bitter springs of truth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Among trysted swords - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

The earth may hide - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Too ragged to cover your bones - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Scatters tears upon dust - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Not too narrow and not too deep - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

And tasted bitter springs of truth - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

Wandered naked among trysted swords - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

The wind scatters tears upon dust - Elinor Wylie "Fire and Sleet and Candlelight"

A white well in a black cave - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright shell in a dark wave - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright core to bitter black pain - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

A bright spark where black ashes are - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

In the smothering dark one white star - Elinor Wylie "Incantation"

Images of eagles and of antelope - Elinor Wylie "Let No Charitable Hope"

The years go by in single file - Elinor Wylie "Let No Charitable Hope"

Have stolen the falcon's eyes - Elinor Wylie "A Proud Lady"

Tarnished with smoke of the flood - Elinor Wylie "Sea Lullaby"

Hangs for an hour in the blue cave of night - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

Made of the moon - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

Into crystal they pass - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

The blue cave of night - Elinor Wylie "Silver Filigree"

All that I dream - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

I am shouted proof - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

From the moon's brink - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

And the nights end - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

From the sun's dome - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

That sky like a thin gold mask - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Wooed from the moon's brink - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Wears that sky like a thin gold mask - Elinor Wylie "Sunset on the Spire"

Seal it up with spice and salt - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Core and rind of that same fruit - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Cool and chaste as clover's breath - Elinor Wylie "Valentine"

Snow in a soundless space - Elinor Wylie "Velvet Shoes"

Swim in milk and honey till we drown - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Grapes of purple-brown and gold - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Which burns from copper into brass - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Plums lie open to the blackbird's beak - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Between the cherries and the peaches - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Cornucopias which spill fruits red and purple - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

We'll trample bright persimmons - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Landscapes drawn in pearly monotones - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Cold silver on a sky of slate - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Slanted pastures fenced with stone - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

Briefer than apple-blossom's breath - Elinor Wylie "Wild Peaches"

And frost bakes clay as fire bakes - Elinor Wylie "Winter Sleep"

Heaped together with balsam and juniper - Elinor Wylie "Winter Sleep"


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