Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in such a bed
As men may keep before they're born
And after when they're dead.
Sticks and stones may break their bones,
And words may make them bleed;
There is not one of them who owns
An armour to his need.
Tougher than hide or lozenged bark,
Snow-storm and thunder proof,
And quick with sun, and thick with dark,
Is this my darling roof.
Men's troubled dreams of death and birth
Puls mother-o'-pearl to black;
I bear the rainbow bubble Earth
Square on my scornful back.
The Tortoise In Eternity
Elinor Morton Wylie
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Poem topics: birth, dark, death, house, mother, rainbow, sleep, snow, sun, earth, pearl, storm, roof, hide, thunder, square, black, break, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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