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Wylie,
Elinor
An American poet and novelist who was popular before World War II.. American poet and novelist
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Poor Earth
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Written by:
Elinor
Wylie
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It is not heaven: bitter seed
Leavens its entrails with despair
It is a star where dragons breed:
Devils have a footing there.
The sky has bent it out of shape;
The sun has strapped it to his wheel;
Its course is crooked to escape
Traps and gins of stone and steel.
It balances on air, and spins
Snared by strong transparent space;
I forgive it all its sins;
I kiss the scars upon its face.
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