Cold-Blooded Creatures
Read 'Cold-Blooded Creatures' by 'Elinor Wylie' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Cold-Blooded Creatures by Elinor Wylie
Man, the egregious egoist
(In mystery the twig is bent)
Imagines, by some mental twist,
That he alone is sentient
Of the intolerable load
That on all living creatures lies,
Nor stoops to pity in the toad
The speechless sorrow of his eyes.
He asks no questions of the snake,
Nor plumbs the phosphorescent gloom
Where lidless fishes, broad awake,
Swim staring at a nightmare doom.
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