"Full Moon" is by Elinor Wylie, an American poet who died in 1928. In life she was a scandalous woman; she married three times and lived with her second husband openly before he divorced his wife. She was an editor at Vanity Fair, Literary Guild and The New Republic. A successful novelist, she was also a fan girl: her novel The Orphan Angel imagined Romantic poet Shelley's years in the US after being saved from drowning.
Full Moon
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 theseStriped and ragged rigmaroles;
Along the pavement my footsoles
Trod warily on living coals.
Shouldering the thoughts I loathed,
In their corrupt disguises clothed,Morality I could not tear
From my ribs, to leave them bare
Ivory in silver air.
There I walked, and there I raged;
The spiritual savage cagedWithin my skeleton, raged afresh
To feel, behind a carnal mesh,
The clean bones crying in the flesh.
You can find more about Wylie and other poets at The Poetry Foundation. Have a creepy week!
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