Copyright Interpure 2026
Silver Filigree
by Elinor Wylie The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They re made of the moon. She's a pale, waxen taper; And these seem to drip Transparent as paper From the flame of her tip. Molten, smoking a little, Into crystal they pass; Falling, freezing, to brittle And delicate glass. Each a sharp-pointed flower, Each a brief stalactite Which hangs for an hour In the blue cave of night. Elinor Wylie was born on September 7, 1885, in Somerville, New Jersey. Her poetry collections include Angels and Earthly Creatures (Alfred A. Knopf, 1929) and Black Armour (George H. Doran, 1923). She died on December 6, 1928.
Copyright Interpure 2026
Silver Filigree
by Elinor Wylie The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They re made of the moon. She's a pale, waxen taper; And these seem to drip Transparent as paper From the flame of her tip. Molten, smoking a little, Into crystal they pass; Falling, freezing, to brittle And delicate glass. Each a sharp-pointed flower, Each a brief stalactite Which hangs for an hour In the blue cave of night. Elinor Wylie was born on September 7, 1885, in Somerville, New Jersey. Her poetry collections include Angels and Earthly Creatures (Alfred A. Knopf, 1929) and Black Armour (George H. Doran, 1923). She died on December 6, 1928.