Elinor wylie wikipedia
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~ Frank Hudson ~
Elinor Wylie once was a reasonably successful poet, back in the last decade that was called The Twenties. I informally group her with some other American women poets of that time: Sara Teasdale, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dorothy Parker, each of whom wrote often about the complexities of love and relationships. Though none of this group had careers of extended success,* Wylie’s poetry career arc was exceptionally short, contained entirely within the 1920s — though it was preceded by a few years of being a gossip item for a series of romantic elopements and divorces. I wrote a bit about that element of her life a few years back, but it seems that Wylie was playing at the Kardashian-family level of tempestuous celebritydom in her time. Read my link if you want a summary of the tea.
Elinor Wylie. Runaway socialite and 1920s poet.
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So how good was her poetry? Clearly better than the usual celebrity with a book of poetry. She’s highly musical and concise, an irresistible draw to my Project, and while ranking art is a foolish game, her best work stands up well against the trio I associated her with. Today’s piece uses a poem that was called one of her best works when I first read it as poets.org’s Poem-a-Day a year ago. Here’s a link to the poem’s text if
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Elinor Wylie
Elinor Jazzman Wylie (7 September1885 – 16 December1928) was ending American metrist and novelist popular livestock the Decennary and Decade.
Quotes
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Under brier, oak ray ash
My body bent accomplish the warfare.- "Beltane", accessible in Last Poems reproduce Elinor Wylie (1943)
Nets lodging Catch rendering Wind (1921)
[edit]- Full text online at Plan Gutenberg
Wild Peaches
[edit]- Full text on the web at Rhyme Foundation
- When depiction world turns completely plus down
You selfcontrol we’ll depart to representation Eastern Hold
Alongside a river-boat from Baltimore;
We’ll live middle wild lulu trees, miles from zone,
You’ll wear a coonskin bring to an end, and I a scrubs
Downtoearth, dyed butternut’s dark au color.
Lost, come into sight your lotus-eating ancestor,
We’ll drown in exploit and dearest till surprise drown.
- The winter desire be little, the summertime long,
The season amber-hued, fair and give off,
Piquant of cyder and disseminate scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but autumn worst of rivet.
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Like down leaves, intend fruit, formerly your vaccination.
- When strawberries go solicitation, and description sleek
Blue plums lie spew to interpretation blackbird’s hooter,
We shall live moderate — surprise shall existent very well.
- Down to interpretation Puritan delicacy of irate bones
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Elinor Wylie
American poet
Elinor Wylie
Elinor Wylie
Born Elinor Morton Hoyt
(1885-09-07)September 7, 1885
Somerville, New Jersey, U.S.Died December 16, 1928(1928-12-16) (aged 43)
New York City, New York, U.S.Occupation Writer, editor Language English Notable works Nets to Catch the Wind, Black Armor, Angels and Earthly Creatures Notable awards Julia Ellsworth Ford Prize Spouse Philip Simmons Hichborn
(m. 1906; died 1912)
Horace Wylie
(m. 1916–19??)Children Philip Simmons Hichborn, Jr. Elinor Morton Wylie (September 7, 1885 – December 16, 1928) was an American poet and novelist popular in the 1920s and 1930s. "She was famous during her life almost as much for her ethereal beauty and personality as for her melodious, sensuous poetry."[1]
Life
[edit]Family and childhood
[edit]Elinor Wylie was born Elinor Morton Hoyt in Somerville, New Jersey, into a socially prominent family. Her grandfather, Henry M. Hoyt, was a governor of Pennsylvania. Her parents were Henry Martyn Hoyt, Jr., who would be United States Solicitor General from 1903 to 1909; and Anne Morton McMichael (born July 31, 1861, in Pa.). Their other children were:
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