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Full Moon. Elinor Wylie. My. bands. and miniver. of. silk. heavier. Momently. grew. The black gauze. was beggarly thin. The. muffled. mouth and chin . ermine. moonlight. I could not the in.
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Full Moon Elinor Wylie
My bands and miniver of silk
heavier Momently grew
The black gauze was beggarly thin
The muffled mouth and chin ermine
moonlight I could not the in. suck
Harlequin in lozenges and hate Of love
walked I in these Striped and rigmaroles; ragged
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 silver Ivory in air.
raged There I walked, and there I ;
The spiritual savage caged
skeleton Within my , raged afresh To feel, behind a carnalmesh, flesh. bones The clean crying in the