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Under oak, ash and thorn
My soul was born.
Under thorn, oak and ash
My body bent to the lash.

— Elinor Wylie

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The rain’s cold grains are silver-gray
Sharp as golden sands,
A bell is clanging, people sway
Hanging by their hands.

Nets to Catch the Wind (1921)

Down to the Puritan marrow of my bones
There’s something in this richness that I hate.

Nets to Catch the Wind (1921)

One man stands as free men stand
As if his soul might be
Brave, unbroken; see his hand
Nailed to an oaken tree.

Nets to Catch the Wind (1921)

Orchard of the strangest fruits
Hanging from the skies;
Brothers, yet insensate brutes
Who fear each others’ eyes.

Nets to Catch the Wind (1921)

When strawberries go begging, and the sleek
Blue plums lie open to the blackbird’s beak,
We shall live well — we shall live very well.

Nets to Catch the Wind (1921)

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