IN MASKS OUTRAGEOUS AND AUSTEREAmerican poet and novelist, Elinor Wylie was ‘famous during her life almost as much for her ethereal beauty and personality as for her melodious, sensuous poetry.’ I love this poem, Now Let No Charitable Hope, written in 1922 for its gravely mocking, but darkly playful mood. Love Susie. x

Now Let No Charitable Hope

Now let no charitable hope

Confuse my mind with images

Of eagle and of antelope:

I am by nature none of these.

I was, being human, born alone;

I am, being woman, hard beset;

I live by squeezing from a stone

What little nourishment I get.

In masks outrageous and austere

The years go by in single file;

But none has merited my fear,

And none has quite escaped my smile.